Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets an Education

This story begins last May, although in reality, it goes back 20 years. My
name is Tammy M. I'm not going to give you my last name to protect the
innocent, the not so innocent and the very satisfied. I'm 38 years old. I
am a tenured professor at Mount Holyoke in South Hadley, Ma. For those who
don't know, Mouth Holyoke is one of America's oldest all-girls colleges. I
teach women's studies, an interdisciplinary examination of current events
as they pertain to being a woman, and I teach philosophy. Of the two
classes, the women's study class is the most interesting. It is almost
always senior girls in that class, although on occasion a junior will sign
up. I like it because it only meets for one lecture. After that the
students work independently, although they must meet with me weekly, as
they prepare a presentation on their topic of choice. The topic is
ultimately their decision, although I have an advisory roll and I make sure
they chose a topic worthy of a semester's worth of research. Their final
presentation represents the entire grade in the class so choosing a poor
topic is death to the final grade. Many of my students pick the class
because they think it will be an easy 3 credits. It is not. The successful
ones put in huge amounts of work. These are the girls I know are planning
to continue their education all the way to the Doctorate level and who see
this class as a training opportunity for how much work they will have to do
on a Doctoral Thesis. In my philosophy class I try to expand my student's
minds to think outside of the box and examine the world in ways their
upbringing hasn't allowed them to do. This is not an easy class
either. Many of the girls wash out and drop the class in the first weeks,
but those who complete it, I think, do expand their world view and benefit
greatly from my teaching.

As I said, my story really starts 20 years ago when I met my future
husband. I was a freshman in college when I met him and we fell madly in
love. We spent all four years of my college life dating and were married
just two weeks after graduation. He was a marvelous man and a wonderful
lover. We were together for 15 years and the fire never left our
relationship. That is until he got cancer at the age of 33 and died less
than 6 months later. I was devastated. Here I was 34 years old and for all
I could tell my life was over. I moped around for the better part of a year
just going through the motions. I'd gone from having a man passionately in
love with me who showered me with physical attention and affirmation to
having my right hand be my only companion. And a poor one at that. I'd
never been a big fan of masturbation, but for that year, my fingers were my
only sexual outlet.

At this point I should mention that since meeting my husband, his
lovemaking skills had turned me into a bit of a nymphomaniac. We'd make
love for hours on end and I would always climax multiple times. I'd never
realized how much I needed sex until I wasn't getting it any more. As part
of my grieving process I'd pledged never to be with another man, but after
a year of frustration using my fingers, my willpower of remain true to my
departed husband was at its lowest point when I finally succumb to
temptation. We had a kid in the neighborhood that cut our grass. He was 18
or 19 by now and as I watched him cut our back yard and remove his sweat
covered t-shirt to cool off I could feel myself being drawn to him. His
tight chest was glistening with beads of sweat and I knew I had to have
him.

I wondered if I'd need some grand seduction plan to entice him into hooking
up with a woman almost twice his age, but I didn't. Although I don't
consider myself old, I don't have the body of a 20 year old. I have a
little extra padding and curves, although not too much, and my ample
breasts have started to show the effects of gravity, but I still have a
pretty face and I certainly have a world of love making experience. It was
this experience which apparently struck a chord with my first conquest. I
simply walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. He seemed to
know what I wanted and was very happy to give it to me. Three times in
fact. Finally my needs were met. At least for a day.

That night in bed I relieved what had happened. I masturbated to the vision
of him sweating above me pounding me over and over and I came again. But I
also had another vision. One of my reputation. As a respected member of the
faculty, it was definitely in my best interests not to let word of my needs
get around town. At the same time, the thrill of bedding a guy half my age
was something I knew I didn't want to let go. Fortunately there was a
solution.

South Hadley is about 90 miles west of Cambridge and all of the Boston
area's wonderful colleges and universities. Colleges and universities
stocked with athletic and willing young men to keep my pussy and ego
happy. Fortunately my husband's life insurance was enough to pay off our
mortgage and my salary kept me living comfortably in the upper middle
class. I could afford a regular weekend visit to my hunting ground. I'd
leave campus about 3pm after my last class. I found a basic motel near town
which was fairly inexpensive and clean enough. I didn't need a lot of
services. The first thing I'd do in the room is strip off my conservative
teaching clothes and lie on the bed until I could give myself a good
orgasm. I would then shower and begin the process of reinventing myself for
the hunt.

I'd always hated the term cougar. I still do. But it is appropriate. By the
end of my transformation I would be dressed to kill. Competition was tough
against the sleazy 20 something girls and in the jungle and survival of the
fittest ruled. Depending on which area I was hunting this trip I might be
dressed in a sexy cocktail dress (always split up the side showing a lot of
leg and plenty of cleavage), stockings and high heels. Or sometimes it was
a very tight pair of jeans, knee high boots (with a stiletto heel of
course) and a tight white tank top. No matter what fashion style the
weekend hunt brought, I'd be aggressive in controlling whomever I
chose. I'd walk into a student populated bar and within minutes I'd know
who I'd be leaving with. Invariably I would walk out and head back to my
motel with some young stud that chose my experience over some ditzy college
girl. They were never disappointed and I'd use every trick in my arsenal to
keep them going all night until I finally collapsed in satisfaction. I'd
sleep in the next morning. Sometimes I'd head home and other times I'd
spend the day in Boston until I could repeat the hunt again that night,
although sometimes an afternoon hunt was also on the agenda. In a way I was
thankful that I taught at an all girl's college because I don't know if I
could have survived this period of my life surrounded by available college
boys. I was still conflicted because in my mind a "good" girl doesn't
spread for a boy within an hour of meeting him. Every time I made it home
I'd promise myself that was my last hunting trip. I'd usually make it
through the next weekend at home but then the weekend after that it was
back to Boston for another sex safari.

This process went on for about 4 years.  I was getting what I needed and
the boys were certainly satisfied with the life's wisdom I was giving
them. I know they would be better lovers for whoever they ended up with
because of what I taught them. At least that is what I told myself. I
always made them wear a condom and I was also on the pill. On a few
occasions I got a repeat performance when I'd hook up with a previous
lover, but primarily it was fresh cock each trip I took. I always used a
fake name (Elizabeth) and never mentioned that I was a teacher. I was
always a lawyer (at the Ivy League bars) or some kind of an admin person
(at the working class bars) and I tried not to hit the same bar more than
once a year. So what does all this have to do with my story really
beginning last May? Not much actually. Nobody discovered my secret and
tried to blackmail me. I just thought you'd want to know where I was coming
from.

At the end of last April my interdisciplinary students began to make their
presentations. Some were good and some not so much. I was getting near the
end of the presentations. I had two more scheduled for Friday afternoon. I
was horny and looking forward to another trip to the hunting grounds. I had
one presentation scheduled for 1pm. Each student got an hour and a half. At
3pm was my last presentation of the year and then I was free for the
weekend. Next week I had to administer my philosophy final and finish
grading the presentations and then it was summer break.

First up was Julie Sinclair. Julie was a 21 year old senior. She was also
in my philosophy class. She was a delight in class and I was really looking
forward to her presentation. I had been her academic advisor for the past
three years and we got to know each other very well. Beyond the hour each
week I had advised her on her research for this class, I'd spent countless
hours counseling her on her future plans, graduate school at Harvard for
starters, but we'd also spent a bit of social time outside of school. Her
family was very wealthy. Her father is a CEO of a major corporation (the
kind that donates buildings) and it was clear Julie was the apple of his
eye and would get whatever she wanted. She was also exceptionally
beautiful. I often wondered what it would be like to bring her on one of my
hunting trips just to see the guys fawn and drool over her and make fools
out of themselves trying to get her attention. But she seemed oblivious to
the effect she must have had on them.

Normally I had one other professor and one student who made up the judging
panel for these presentations. Unfortunately both had cancelled just before
Julie was to begin. I'd managed to get replacements for my 3pm student, but
couldn't find anybody on short notice for Julie. Still I knew she was going
to kill this presentation so I decided to let her present anyway. It was my
normal practice to run a video camera during the presentation so if I had
any doubts as to the grade she deserved; I could always show the tape to
someone for their opinion. Julie's topic was Female Sexual Liberation
through the 20th Century. This may sound like a weird topic, but probably
half the girls pick something sexual. I always assumed it had something to
do with being an all-girls college and the fact that their hormones at this
age always seemed to be raging. Usually these presentations ended up being
pretty similar. In fact I'd already seen three others on this topic this
semester alone. But the grade was focused on the research and presentation
thereof so if Julie had done her work, she could still be ok. Right from
the start I knew Julie's presentation would not be the same as the others.

The first clue was that she had brought visual aids. Of course most of the
presentations had PowerPoint slides, printouts or physical
examples. Julie's was the first I'd seen which had live models. The second
clue was that she was dressed to kill. In fact she reminded me of how I
dressed when hunting at the Ivy League schools. She was
impeccable. Professional, yet sexy at the same time. Her blonde hair was
done up and pulled into a very tight pony tail. She had glasses on,
something I'd never seen before. They were round frames and made her look
very studious. I wondered if the lenses were clear and were just for
show. She was also wearing a tailored black suit. It fit perfectly and was
definitely not off the rack. Her skirt was short, but not too short and the
jacket was cut to give the illusion of an hourglass figure I knew she
didn't possess. Like most of the rich kids in the school she was impossibly
thin, but you wouldn't know it from the cut of the jacket. She finished the
look with stockings and heels. She looked ready to conquer the world.

Her two assistants were younger and I didn't recognize them. They were
dressed well, but not as professionally as Julie. She introduced them as
Megan and Jackie. Apparently they lived in town and were not
students. Julie and her assistants setup a translucent screen next to the
podium. I noticed that they also had a large suitcase. Megan and Jackie
disappeared behind the screen and Julie began her presentation.

As I suspected, Julie was well prepared, poised and had thoroughly
researched her topic. Her models would appear dressed in clothing
appropriate to the historical period Julie was talking about. They would
then disappear behind the screen to change. Of course the screen hid them
from view, but not completely. Their silhouettes were still visible. Given
that a major part of Julie's presentation centered on how women can use
their skills to allure and fan the flames of desire as a method of
asserting dominance over the relationship, it was a brilliant piece of
performance art. It also wasn't wasted on me. Although I had never been
attracted to a woman, I was distracted by her assistants enough to miss
some of what she was saying. Several times I caught myself watching them
instead of actively listening. Thankfully I had the tape to refer back to
so I could hear what I missed.

The zenith of Julie's presentation found her assistants appearing dressed
in leather. As Julie explained, Megan was playing the role of the mistress
and Jackie was her slave. Both were provocatively dressed. Megan's outfit
consisted of a bustier and boots. Jackie wore a leather bra and panty set
but also a collar and had her hands cuffed in front of her. There was a
chain, a leash I guess would be the proper term, wrapped around the cuffs
and held taught by Megan. Immediately my interest picked up. How was Julie
going to spin this?

She began by describing the lifestyle of BDSM. Having no practical
knowledge of the subject myself, I couldn't tell if she was describing
academic research or if she had firsthand experience, but I hung on every
word. She described how some people are natural dominants, or tops, and how
some people were submissive, or bottoms. I started to think how I treated
my never-ending string of conquests. I was definitely in charge of those
encounters, although I never had thought of "topping" one of the boys in
the method Julie was describing. Still I knew I got a sexual thrill out of
setting the terms of our rendezvoused so what she was saying struck a deep
chord with me.

When she began to describe the submissive side of the equation I was struck
with how a woman could allow herself to be treated as an object for the
gratification of her partner. At this point Megan bent Jackie over the
table where Julie's laptop was running the PowerPoint slides and began to
lightly spank her. I knew it was a mock demonstration, but it was effective
nonetheless. For the first time I pictured myself spanking one of the boys
I picked up at the bar. I didn't know if it would be fun, but I understood
the power trip Julie was describing. Still I wasn't sure how this
lascivious display fit into her presentation on sexual liberation.

Fortunately for her, and me, she was prepared to answer that question
without me even asking. The last section of her presentation was a
description of how the true power in a BDSM relationship comes from the
submissive consenting to serve the dominant. Again I had no practical
knowledge of the subject but it made sense. Julie described how the
submissive has the power to stop the relationship thereby depriving the top
of their need to control. Absent of raping your partner, the will to
consent to serving your master or mistress is where the real power in the
relationship lies. In fact, Julie explained, for the submissive, the act of
consent to voluntarily give up all choice as to what is happening is
extremely liberating.

This was how she tied her entire presentation together. Throughout the
ages, although she had focused on the 20th century, oppression of woman's
sexual freedom was rampant. The law, sexual discrimination, sexual
harassment and societal pressures kept women from being on an equal footing
with men. However, as she noted, women have the power to control men
through their use of sex and also to have a meaningful sexual life
themselves.

Julie's presentation was powerful and moving. As she was packing up her
laptop, Megan and Jackie changed back into their street clothes. Julie
asked how the presentation went and I told her, honestly, that I wasn't
100% sure of her conclusions, but that she obviously had researched the
material and presented it well. Since that was the main thing, I told her
she would be getting a good grade. I then surprised myself by blurting out
(Freudian slip perhaps) that I understood how a woman can take charge of
any sexual situation.

This seemed to pique Julie's interest and she asked me to elaborate. I
blushed a bit. I really had not wanted to discuss this with her, but since
I'd accidently brought it up, I was trapped. I told her how since my
husband had died I preferred the company of young men because they were
simple. I told her they were easy to control, use and dispose of. She
surprised me by asking if I found that satisfying. I told her that it was a
good exchange. They made me feel pretty and desirable and I gave them life
experience. She said I didn't understand her question and clarified it.

"But do they make you cum?"

I was stunned by her directness and paused uncomfortably before answering.

"No, usually not. I need to take matters into my own hands in that regard,"
I replied truthfully.

"Yeah, that's the problem with most boys," she added. "Sounds like you need
a real man."

"Don't we all. Don't we all."

Julie agreed with me, but stated emphatically that she never had trouble
finding a real man to keep her satisfied. I thought to myself that the way
she looked, carried herself and with her father's money, of course you
could have any man you wanted. But I held my tongue and kept my opinion to
myself.

"Say Ms. M, tomorrow we're going to a party where there will be plenty of
eligible men. Why don't you come with us?" she asked.

"I don't fraternize with students, Julie," I told her. "It's a conflict of
interest."

"Come on, it will be fun. We've hung out before and besides, I've all but
graduated."

"I don't know. Going out for coffee is one thing. Going out to pick up guys
is another. Also, I was going to Boston tonight to meet some friends," I
told her. It wasn't really a lie. Today was almost the end of my school
year too and I was going to celebrate with a new conquest.

I watched as Julie pulled out a piece of paper and started writing
something down.

"Here is my address and cell number. It's a house we rented for the school
year. My roommate and I are planning to lounge by the pool in the
afternoon, enjoy some cocktails and then go to the party. If you decide to
come, just show up."

I told her I'd think about it and she, Megan and Jackie left. I had half an
hour to reset for the final presentation.

That night as I was at the hunting grounds Julie's words about dominance
and submission were running through my head. I had been doing my usual
seduction dance on a group of boys from MIT. They were nerds in desperate
need of sexual education. I knew I could wrap any of them around my
finger. But Julie's explanations of the liberation in letting somebody else
take charge kept invading my consciousness. There were also a few older men
in the bar and one of them had confidently been staring at me as I played
pool with the boys. Usually when I'd catch one of these guys staring I'd
shoot them a look and they'd turn away. But this guy was different. He
continued to watch me even when I was looking straight back at him. He had
the same confidence I usually used on my prey.

I found myself looking back at him every few moments. Each time he returned
my gaze with a fiery intensity which I found incredibly exciting. I managed
to play a few more games of pool with the group of boys I had chosen before
my mystery man finally approached me. I think the boys were a bit jealous
as he swooped in and whispered in my ear. I hate to admit that what he said
buckled my knees and I left the bar seconds later with his arm wrapped
around my waist. I'm sure the boys were stunned. I'd made it perfectly
clear to them that I intended to take one of them back to my motel. Instead
I meekly allowed myself to be led to this powerful man's car, back to his
townhome and finally to his bedroom.

His confidence and control was a major turn-on and I think I finally
understood what Julie had been talking about being liberated by giving up
control. He knew what I was looking for in the bar and made sure I received
it before taking his own pleasure. Four hours later he delivered me back to
my car, tired but satisfied. I practically crawled into bed at the motel
and slept like a log. When I woke the next morning, I decided to drive home
instead of spend another day hunting. All of a sudden my dalliances with
the young boys didn't seem so satisfying and I needed to reevaluate what I
wanted.

All the way home I thought about what Julie said about letting go and
becoming liberated. I didn't see myself as a submissive, but perhaps
inexperienced lovers I could control wasn't the way to go either. When I
got home I watched the video of her presentation and studied it more
closely. I had not planned to accept Julie's invitation to the party, but I
wanted to talk to her more about her presentation. Perhaps I could just
visit her in the afternoon and then leave. I called her to make sure that
was OK and she assured me that it was. She said her roommate, Heather, and
her were just lying out by the pool. I should bring my suit and head over.

I knew if I thought about it I would chicken out so I grabbed a bikini and
headed over to the address Julie had given me. When I pulled up I was
surprised to see how nice of a house it was. Usually student's rent the
cheapest places they can find, but this one was well manicured and sized
way too big for a couple of students. I guess when your family has money
you can afford to live better than the typical student. I rang the
doorbell, but there was no answer so I found the gate and walked around to
the back yard. There I found Julie and another girl I assume was Heather
lying back on two lounge chairs. Both were naked. Needless to say I was a
little shocked so I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

Julie sat up and turned toward me. If she had any hint of embarrassment to
being naked in her backyard I couldn't detect it. She said hello and
beckoned me to come over, which I did. She introduced me to
Heather. Clearly I was the uncomfortable one. There was a pitcher of orange
juice, probably screwdrivers I imagined, sitting on a table between
them. Liquid courage. Perhaps that was why they weren't embarrassed.

Julie offered me a glass which I gladly accepted. I took a sip and indeed
it was mixed with a strong amount of vodka. I took a swig and sat the glass
back down on the table.

"We've got maybe two more hours of good light," Julie said to me. "Let me
pull up another lounger while you strip down."

"I brought a bikini," I countered.

"It's just us girls and the fence is high. Nobody can see you. You don't
want tan lines do you?"

"I really shouldn't even be here, Julie, but I wanted to talk to you about
something. Where can I change?" I replied.

"I'll show you to our spare bedroom. I need to refresh our cocktails
anyway."

Julie stood. I couldn't help but admire her body. It was flawless. Time is
a cruel mistress and youth is wasted on the young I remember thinking. I
followed her into the house. As I surmised from the landscaping, the
luxurious touches continued through the gourmet kitchen. I didn't see much
else of the first floor as the guest bedroom was just down a short hallway,
but I assumed the rest of the house was just as nice.

"Meet you back outside," Julie said as she left me to change.

I took off my clothes and neatly folded them on the bed. My bikini wasn't
the most revealing. It covered me pretty well and I felt comfortable in
it. Still it wasn't totally without sex appeal and I thought I filled it
out pretty well. I walked back onto the patio. Heather was still laying on
the same chaise she had been on when I arrived, but Julie was not sitting
on a new one she had pulled over. That left her original lounger free so I
lay down between them. As Julie had said, the pitcher had been refilled. I
hurriedly drank my glass down in an effort to calm my nerves.

Both Julie and Heather had placed towels over their eyes and we just lying
back soaking in the rays. I poured myself another drink and quickly downed
it. I was starting to loosen up. Julie asked what I wanted to talk about
and I told her I had reviewed the video of her presentation and that I had
some questions I'd like her to clarify.

We talked and I drank for the next hour. Heather chimed in on occasion, but
mostly it was just Julie and I. She was very free talking about sex and I
found myself opening up to her about my husband and my sex life since his
death. Maybe I was just a little drunk, but I found myself opening up to
her about my trying to be in control with the boys and how last night I let
myself get picked up by a man who took charge of me instead. I'd never been
able to talk to somebody so freely about sex.

It was also very strange because both women had their eyes covered while I
openly gazed at their naked bodies. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. I
was drawn to their naked forms like a moth drawn to a flame. It wasn't
sexual, per say, but a desire to be free from the societal bonds which had
always held me. In a way it was like what Julie had presented in her
presentation about the liberation of sexual freedom only it was playing
itself out, at least in my mind, in the backyard of one of my students.

The sun was past its peak for tanning when Heather announced she had to go
to the bathroom and stood up. For some reason I watched her perfect behind
walk toward the house. Julie commented that she always though Heather had a
perfect ass. I was busted and turned back to Julie who had removed the
towel from over her eyes and was looking at me with her piercing eyes. I
stammered something about not really looking but we both knew I was.

The pitcher of screwdrivers was almost gone and Julie asked if she should
make more. I didn't need any more booze, but I was desperate to change the
conversation from my gawking at a student so I said sure. Julie stood up
and I found myself staring again. This time however she was staring back
with the same intensity as the man last night. I wilted under the pressure
and averted my eyes looking down to the ground.

"Don't worry Ms. M, I don't mind if you look," she said. "Why don't you
come help me with the drinks?"

I managed a weak smile and held out my hand. She took my hand and helped me
stand. I was a little wobbly from the vodka, but the touch was still
electric and I felt a surge flow through my body. Julie directed me to walk
in front of her and gave my butt a playful swat. I jumped a little and
quickly headed to the door.

Once inside she told me to grab the OJ from the fridge while she got
another bottle of vodka. I retrieved the gallon jug while she opened a
fresh 1.75L of Stoli. She was generous as to the amount of vodka she put in
the pitcher before filling it the rest of the way with OJ. No wonder I was
buzzed. She asked me to stir her concoction while she put everything
away. When I finished I asked if we were going back outside.

"Nope, the light is done for today. It's time for inside games," she
replied.

There was only one kind of inside game I knew of you played naked. I was
rooted to the floor paralyzed by fear. I watched as Julie walked toward
me. She had the same look of determination I had so many times used on my
inexperienced boys. I tried to raise my hands to defend myself from her
advance, but she simply took my wrists in her hands and held my arms while
she kissed me. It was a passionate kiss. I was losing control.

"I know you were looking at me while we sunbathed, Ms. M," she said after
breaking our first kiss. "You want to touch my breasts, don't you?"

I shook my head no, but I lacked conviction.

"Sure you do," she cooed. "Older women are so easy to read. You've been
thinking about me for the last 24 hours and even bedded a stranger to try
and feel what I was talking about."

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time I began to kiss her back. My
mind was lost in a haze of erotic feelings as I felt her pull my arms in
and place my hands over her breasts. She then let go, but my hands remained
as if held there by some unseen force. With her hands now free, she gripped
the sides of my head and pulled me tighter into a passionate kiss. I felt
her tongue enter my mouth. She was better than any guy I had ever kissed. I
knew that for a fact. I also knew I could feel my pussy starting to get
wet. This can't be happening I thought.

Julie took my hands back in hers and pulled them down and then behind my
back. In doing so she pulled me into a tight embrace and I felt my will to
resist her melting as fast has my leg's ability to support me.

"Just go with it," she cooed. "I know what you need."

She moved in and began to suck on my neck. This is one thing that always
got to me. I flinched, I giggled and I began to swoon. Just then I felt
something cold and metallic on my wrist. Before I could react I heard the
first ratchet and click around my left wrist. I tried to pull away but
Julie's grip was too strong and soon Heather had the other end of the
handcuffs on my right wrist. I was trapped.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed as I pulled away from them.

"We're going to test if you are really as liberated as you teach," Julie
replied.

"The hell you are," I shouted as I turned and ran out of the kitchen. I
knew I wasn't going anywhere fast, but I wasn't into this at all. I ran to
the guest bedroom, but my neatly folded clothes were no longer on the
bed. Heather must have hidden them on me. She now had my wallet and car
keys too. The girls appeared at the door blocking my escape. Julie advanced
on me again and soon my head was once more in her hands as her tongue
explored every inch of my mouth. Beyond the desire to escape the handcuffs,
her expert tongue and aggressive nature was turning me on. Involuntarily I
moaned into her mouth. I could tell both she and Heather heard me. I was
helpless as Heather moved behind me and began untying my bikini top. She
then reached around me and cupped my breasts giving my hardening nipples a
firm squeeze. Again I moaned into Julie's mouth. Heather then released my
breasts and Julie stopped kissing me. She looked me straight in my eyes and
reached out and took hold of my nipples. She gave them a squeeze much
harder than Heather had done and then pulled them toward her and let them
snap back. I let out a moan.

"Oh, you like it rough do you," she stated emphatically.

Next Heather began to pull my bikini bottom down and I began to fight
back. I squirmed and shook my ass, but it wasn't a fair fight. A stinging
slap to my rear calmed me down and soon I was naked. Julie was still
abusing my nipples and began kissing me again when I felt Heathers fingers
begin to probe my pussy lips. I was wet from the attention. I knew it and
soon Heather would know it. When she slid her finger inside of me my knees
buckled.

"Looks like we have a live one here, Julie," I heard Heather exclaim with
Joy.

"That we do. That we do," she replied. "Let's see if she's got any skills."

Julie broke the kiss and started to press down on my shoulders. I looked at
her with a fiery determination not to do as she was suggesting, but Heather
kicked the back of my right knee causing me to lose my balance. She then
hit my left leg. I landed with a thud on my knees. My face was right in
front of Julie's young pussy. I'd never licked a pussy before, but before I
could react to my position, I felt her grabbing my hair and pulling me
against her mound.

"That's a good teacher. Let's see what you know," she sneered as she began
to grind against my face.

I like to say I resisted and I guess I did for as long as I could. It was
perhaps 2 or 3 whole seconds before I began eating her out. I'd never had
any desire to be with a woman before, but Julie's dominance over me had me
turned on more than I ever had before. While I was servicing her, I felt
Heather run her hand down my back and over my ass. She must have knelt
behind me because while I felt her rubbing my butt I once again felt her
finger begin to penetrate me. Then I felt two fingers and then three. I
felt so naughty and wicked.

Julie continued to hold my head tight against her pussy, although in truth
there was no need to hold me anymore. I lavished her pussy with my tongue's
praise determined to do a good job. I didn't really know what I was doing,
but her juices told me I was doing something right. I then felt Heather
stop rubbing my butt and begin to spread my ass cheeks with her free
hand. I'd never had anything up my butt before, but when I felt her spit
between my ass crack, I knew that was where her fingers were going to go.

I think I might have wiggled my bum in invitation to her change of
venue. I'm not really sure. I know that as soon as I felt her first finger
begin to push against my brown eye, I clenched. For the second time I felt
Heather's palm contact my ass cheek.

"Loosen up girly," I heard her say.

I tried, but it wasn't easy. Heather kept working her finger and slapping
my ass until she finally had her middle and ring fingers buried deep inside
of me. She then leaned forward lifting my ass with her fingers until she
could whisper in my ear, "This is only the beginning. I'm going to fuck
your ass with my strap-on later."

The side consequence, or benefit, of her lifting me was to force me deeper
into Julie's pussy. Heather's warning about fucking me up the ass lit a
fire in my pussy and the next time Julie pulled my head back to give me air
I begged her to let me cum.

"Oh my God," I whimpered. "I'm so hot. Please get me off."

Julie just looked down at me and laughed. "You'll learn. We cum first, then
if we're pleased with you, you might get to orgasm."

With that she pulled me tight against her pussy again. This time she didn't
seem concerned about riding my tongue. She was more interested in rubbing
her pussy against my face. Up and down. Down and up she slid my face
against her crotch. Her scent was overpowering as my nose was introduced at
close range to a climaxing woman. It was intoxicating as was her
flavor. She held me tight as she convulsed against my face until she was
apparently satisfied. At that point she pushed me over and I fell to the
floor.

I watched as she walked out of the room without as much as a thank you. My
view didn't last long, however, as Heather rolled me onto my back and then
sat on my face. One again my mouth was plastered against a very leaky
pussy. This time, however, my nose was buried between her cheeks and up
against her asshole.

Although I had clearly submitted to Julie, Heather seemed to be the one
getting off more on dominating me. She'd lift off of me every minute or so
to give me breath. She'd then insult me by calling me a whore, a dyke or a
slut and would then grind her ass back on my face. I felt her leaning down
and was hoping she was going to 69 me. Instead I felt her flick my clit
with her finger. It stung a bit, but it also was arousing. I knew I only
needed a little more stimulation to cum and if this was all I could get,
then so be it.

I did my best to get her off figuring she would take pity on me and help me
cum if I did the same for her. I was half right. She came much like Julie
had convulsing on my face and showering me with her juices. I knew I only
needed a few more strokes from her finger to orgasm myself, but as soon as
she was done, just like Julie before her, she stood up and walked out of
the room. Damn her.

I was desperately on the edge but with my hands cuffed behind me there was
no way I could reach my pussy to give myself satisfaction. I began to scan
the room, this time not for escape routes but for something, anything to
rub my needy pussy against. The only sharp edge I could find was on the
edge of the dresser. It wasn't perfect but it had to do. I rolled myself
over and then onto my knees. It was a bit of a struggle as I was not
practiced in having my arms immobilized but I was able to stand up and then
straddle the corner of the dresser so the edge would contact my pussy.

The first touch was electric as I slid my dripping snatch along the edge. I
looked up and saw myself in the dresser mirror. Gone was the always in
charge mature woman. In her place was a wanton vixen doing whatever she
could to have an orgasm. I shook as wave of energy surged through my
body. I looked up again to see myself and saw Julie and Heather standing in
the doorway. They were all smiles at my lascivious display. Julie was also
holding a video camera.

That was the last straw for me. My new persona had been captured for
posterity. From her position she would have a perfect view of my ass as I
ground my pussy on the corner of the dresser, my handcuffed hands which
were the cause of my needing to use the dresser and the reflection in the
mirror of my face as I exploded in a soul shattering, mind numbing orgasm.

I was glad it was daytime because I'm sure my screams of joy would have
woke the neighborhood if this had been the middle of the night. It was far
and away the best orgasm of my life, captured for eternity by Julie and her
accomplice. I was undone. If that tape ever got out my teaching career was
history. Of course at that moment I wasn't thinking of any of that. I was
humping the dresser trying to cum again. Fireworks were exploding in my
head and I was moaning uncontrollably. The view of myself in the mirror
helped fuel a second orgasm. If you looked up slut in the dictionary you
would have probably seen my picture as I continued to ride the corner of
the dresser until my body could take no more and I slumped back to the
floor in a heap.

I watched passively as Julie stood over me with the camera while Heather
knelt down. Julie zoomed in on my red, swollen pussy while Heather spread
my lips with one hand and stuck two fingers inside of me. I don't know if
the camera could hear it, but I definitely heard the squish. I'm glad the
camera couldn't smell my arousal because the whole room was filled with the
smell of happy women. I lay passively as Heather pulled her glistening
fingers back out and showed the camera. She then moved her fingers to my
mouth as Julie recorded me cleaning my own juices off her fingers.

My humiliation complete, Julie stopped recording. The pair then helped me
stand just long enough to remove the handcuffs and lay me on the guest
bed. My legs were still wobbly and my whole body was still buzzing. I
offered no resistance as the pair recuffed my hands above my head to the
top of the bed.

"Time for you to rest, pet," Julie said. "We'll be back for you in a couple
of hours."

She then leaned over me and gave me a gentle, but passionate kiss. Julie
then turned to leave and Heather repeated the goodnight kiss only she was
less gentle and including a quick rub of my clit eliciting anther moan. She
then whispered in my ear, "I haven't forgot about your ass, slut. I'm going
to take it later tonight."

Heather turned to leave and Julie covered me with a sheet. They then turned
off the light and left. I never slept in the afternoon, but today I was out
like a light. I woke some time later as Julie was shaking my shoulder.

"Wake up sleepyhead. Time to go out and party."

My eyes quickly adjusted to the light and I saw Heather and Julie dressed
very professionally much like Julie had been during her presentation. Her
outfit, however, was much sexier than I remembered it. Of course it could
have been that she was showing much more skin and wearing higher heels than
in my classroom. Heather was holding two hangers with what must have been
my clothes for the evening. I could make out much, but it looked like a
plaid skirt and a white blouse.

Julie unhooked me from the bed and helped me stand up. She then escorted me
to the bathroom and watched me as I peed. "I don't want you getting any
ideas about playing with your pussy," she told me. I was totally
embarrassed, but I also had to go and eventually I relaxed enough to do
what I had to do.

Looking in the bathroom mirror I certainly had the look of someone who just
got fucked. But Julie didn't give me time to fix my hair or make-up. I was
escorted back to the bedroom where Heather had laid out my
clothing. Besides a short skirt and the blouse, there was a pair of black
patent leather pumps and nothing else. Then it hit me. This was a Catholic
school girl's uniform. Without underwear it was a naughty Catholic school
girl and I'm sure the skirt was shorter than regulation and the blouse was
much more transparent than usual, but that is what it was. I looked back at
Julie with an "I can't wear this" expression.

She just smiled. "Tonight you are the student and we are your teachers. We
figured you should dress the part."

The tone in Julie's voice left no doubt that I wasn't going to win an
argument about my outfit. As I began to get dressed I started to dread
going out in public like this. Julie had told me we were going to a
party. She had not said where but odd were good that I'd run into some
students. How was I going to explain this short skirt which would be
showing off my ass and pussy every time I sat down or God forbid bent over?
The top didn't leave me feeling any better. The sheer fabric clearly showed
the outline of my braless tits. Heather didn't give me the minor protection
of buttoning it all the way up. Instead she cut the top three buttons off,
buttoned the next two which covered most of my breasts and then tied the
bottom of the shirt in a knot exposing my midriff. As I looked in the
mirror the entire package screamed slut. What the hell did they have
planned for me?

Fortunately I didn't have long to wait. Almost as soon as I was ready, I
was ushered into the back seat of Heather's sports coupe I'm glad it had
been parked in the garage because I'm sure I flashed my beaver as I
contorted myself past the front seat and into the back.

"Lift your skirt up so you're sitting bare-assed on the leather," Julie
instructed.

"Yeah, and spread your legs as wide as you can and wrap your arms around
the headrests," chimed in Heather.

Julie looked at Heather and smiled in approval. I was not so pleased, but I
complied. I felt wide open and exposed, although I suppose nobody from
outside the car would really see anything. Still I did feel a trickle of
juices begin to leak from me. Apparently my body did not understand that
this was not normal.

We hit the road just as the sun was setting with destination unknown, at
least not to me. We got on the highway and headed east. I wondered if we
were going all the way to Boston. I knew this road well, but I was
unfamiliar with the exit we took at the next town. The first thing I
noticed was a truck stop. I got nervous. Julie had mentioned a party with
lots of guys. Certainly this is not what she meant. Fortunately we drove
past the entrance. The second driveway was for an adult bookstore. This
wasn't a better choice in my mind, but fortunately she didn't turn there
either. However, I did feel her slowing down and she did turn at the third
driveway. You can probably guess that it was the trucker trifecta and we
pulled into a rundown looking strip, I'm sorry, gentlemen's club. My first
impression from the outside was there was very little chance that any
gentlemen were inside.

I didn't want to get out of the car. I didn't understand why Julie and
Heather wanted to even go inside. Heather moved the front seat forward so I
could climb out. I shook my head.

"Don't make me go in there dressed like this," I pleaded.

"Dressed like what?" Heather mocked me.

I frowned. "Dressed like a tramp," I countered.

My legs were still spread. I didn't have the common sense to shut them when
they opened their doors. That gave Heather easy access to slide her teasing
fingers back into my simmering pussy. She gave me a couple quick strokes
and then pulled her glistening fingers out and held them up under the dome
light.

"It looks like you want to go inside. Come on. We don't have all night."

I didn't care what my leaky pussy was saying, I didn't want to leave the
car. Heather backed away from the door and Julie took her place. I was
fully expecting her to threaten me, but instead she just looked at me. It
was a stern look. It was the same look that made me melt earlier today. It
was a no nonsense look. She knew I would do whatever she wanted and she
knew that I knew that as well. Defeated I climbed out of the back seat. I
don't know if anybody saw my ass as I stretched my legs to slip under the
front seatbelt. I knew my skirt had not dropped into position yet. But I
wasn't about to look around and find out if I had just flashed
somebody. The quicker we got this over the better.

"Alright, you win. Let's go," I said while straightening the micro mini.

The inside of the club didn't look much better than the outside. There was
a bouncer at the door, but he didn't bother checking Julie or Heather's
ID. I did look me up and down. We only walked a few feet into the club when
an elegant looking woman about my age walked up and warmly greeted Heather
and Julie. Obviously this was not the first time they had been here. I
wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Julie pulled me over and introduced me to "Madam" Clarissa. She was warm
and outgoing and she welcomed me to her club. She was the owner. I smiled
weakly.

"Where did you find this one girls? She's tasty," my new friend commented.

"She's one of my professors," Julie replied. "We're taking her on the town
tonight."

"Well enjoy yourselves. I know you always do. If you need anything, let me
know."

Julie and Heather said goodbye to her. I just nodded at her when she waved
goodbye to me. I watched as Julie went over to the bar and ordered three
drinks. The bartender gave her the drinks. I didn't see her pay. She
brought them back to us and I asked her about that.

"We drink on the house. Clarissa likes having us here. Word gets around at
the truck stop and soon the place will be full with guys trying to pick us
up."

"You don't go with them do you?" I asked.

"No, but they'll dump a lot of money trying," she laughed.

I watched as she walked back to the bar. This time she gave the bartender
two $20 bills. In return she got 8 $5's which she handed to me.

"Heather and I are going to grab a table. Go sit on the rail. Sniffers row
I think they call it. Enjoy the show."

I watched as Julie and Heather made their way into the club. So this was
their plan. I was going to sit by myself ogling naked women while horny
guys make their way over from the truck stop to pick me
up. Great. Wonderful.

I looked up at the dimly lit stage. There were two dancers. Both were
topless. The one on the stage near me had seen better days for was
sure. Each was on a round stage with a rail and stools surrounding
it. There was a pole in the center and a narrow connecting stage between
them. I had no clue what I was supposed to do. There were a couple of guys
sitting around each stage but the place was pretty empty. I watched as the
closest dancer shook her butt in the guy's face and he placed what looked
like a dollar under the strap of her g-string. That was pretty dang cheap I
thought. I assumed that was what Julie wanted me to do. At least she had
given me $5's instead of singles. I sat down on the last stool. I could
feel my skirt riding up in the back. I was horrified but I didn't move to
pull it down. I was sure this was part of Julie's plan.

The song ended and the closest dancer walked off the stage and into the
audience. I lost track of her as I was concentrating on the far dancer who
was making her way across the connecting stage to the one closer to me. She
looked familiar. I couldn't quite place her though. Then it hit me. It was
Megan from Julie's presentation. What the heck was she doing here? I guess
the real question was what the heck was I doing here?

She moved very gracefully. I was watching her in an academic sense judging
her skills not in the erotic sense like the two other men sitting to my
left. She was definitely working them. She was also much sexier than the
last dancer. If there was any justice in the world they would be forking
over a lot of cash to her, but alas she managed only $3 from the pair. She
then moved over to me. She immediately recognized me and gave me a little
wave as she began her well rehearsed moves. Just a few hours ago I'd never
had a woman's pussy in my face let alone having a stripper bump and grind
in front of me in public. But here she was and I wanted to bury my face
between her sweaty thighs. I could feel the moisture beneath my tiny
skirt. I knew I was as damp as she was, but mine was not caused by sweat. I
could feel the vinyl top of the stool I was sitting on begin to stick to my
pussy. It was disgusting, but I didn't care. At that moment I was focused
entirely on Megan.

Megan continued her dance and I continued to become more aroused. She must
know the music very well because I didn't even realize the song was ending
when she cocked her hip toward me and pulled out her g-string for me to tip
her. I joyfully slid the $5 onto the few other dollars and she mouthed a
thank you. As the song ended she exited the stage. This time I watched her
instead of the other dancer. Megan began to make the rounds of the patrons
sitting at tables. I didn't understand what she was doing, but when she got
to Heather and Julie I saw Julie nod and stand up. I watched as they
disappeared behind a curtain.

My attention was then snapped back to the dancer on my stage that had
already dispatched with the other two guys at the rail. She was older than
Megan, but not by much. Early twenties I'd estimate. She looked like she
had a hard life. I felt sorry for her. She wasn't working too hard and I
doubted she got as many tips as Megan. Still I deposited my second $5 when
she was done. She seemed surprised. When she exited the stage she stopped
at my chair and asked if I wanted a private dance. I must have looked
confused because she pointed to the curtain I'd seen Megan and Julie
disappear behind.

"Oh," I said. "No thank you," I replied.

I doubted the girls got many courteous patrons, but I tried to be nice to
her. She took my rejection in stride and moved on to the tables. My
attention was back to the stage for a good looking blonde who was working
the first guy into frenzy. I was frothing a bit too by the time she gave me
her attention and I gladly handed over the $5. I don't know how much a
private dance costs, but I would have been happy to pay her. I followed her
with my eyes as she left the stage. A guy practically jumped out of his
chair at the first table she stopped at handing over money as fast as he
could. I noticed Julie had returned. The waitress was delivering another
round of drinks and Heather gave her a little swat on the behind.

So it went for a few more dancers until I noticed Jackie take the first
stage. I guess this made sense since Megan worked here. Julie must have met
them both before and hired them for her presentation. I pretty much ignored
the dancer on my stage as my eyes were fixated on Julie slowly removing her
clothes on the first stage. I heard the dancer on my stage clear her throat
and looked up to see her holding her g-string open. I snapped back to the
pile of bills in front of me and made a donation. I don't think she was
happy I hadn't been watching her. What can I say? Jackie was captivating
and another dancer I would be happy to take to the private room.

The waitress deposited another drink in front of me along with another
stack of $5 bills. By the time they were gone I'd sat through 7 dancers a
couple of times and thoroughly drenched the stool with my juices. If I had
not been in public I would have gladly stuck my hand under my skirt and got
myself off. In a way I was thankful that I was not sitting with Heather and
Julie because they probably would have fingered me just to see me cum in
public. I'd watched them between dancers and both had disappeared behind
the curtain on more than one occasion. I bet they had used that opportunity
to cum. Dirty girls. Oh how I wished I could do that.

Finally when I was out of money, I peeled myself off the spool, stood up
and walked over to their table. Looking back toward the stage, I saw one of
the other guys who had been sitting near me sniffing and then licking the
top of my stool. "What a pig," I thought. I plopped down just as the blonde
I most lusted after appeared at the side of the table.

"Another private dance Heather?" she asked. Her voice was smooth like
velvet. I'm sure she made a great living here.

"Not right now, but I bet Tammy here would like one," she said.

The dancer looked down at me and I stared up at her. The underside of her
breasts was glistening in the reflections from the spotlights. My lust was
in overdrive. "Sure," I said. "How much?"

"$25 for one song, $40 for two," she replied.

I reached for my purse when I realized I didn't have it. It was at Julie's
house.

"Um, I don't have any money," I had to admit.

"Don't worry," Julie chimed in reaching for her wallet. She'd already spent
$80 to get me hot and bothered at the rail. Now she was paying to have me
get a private dance. In my head I wondered what kind of payback she was
going to demand of me. I didn't care, though. Right then the only thing
that mattered was getting this dancer behind the curtain.

I watched as she pulled two more $20's out of her purse. I looked around
sheepishly to see if anybody was watching. Like they had told me, the place
seemed to be filling up and most of the eyes were not on the two stages but
were on our table. Julie looked at the dancer. "Give her two of your best,"
she said as she started to hand over the money. Before the dancer could
grab it, however, she pulled her hand back. I watched as it disappeared
back into her purse and a third joined it. "An extra $20 if I can join
her," she said. The dancer didn't even hesitate. "No problem." I was
whisked away toward the curtain. I didn't know what was about to happen,
but I was sure my dripping pussy would be involved.

Behind the curtain were several semi-private booths. Julie directed me to
one and as I was moving to sit down on the vinyl cushion, she lifted the
hem of my skirt much like I had done in the car. She whispered in my ear "I
don't want that skirt getting wet," as she positioned my ass on the seat. I
knew I was going to flood the booth the way I had flooded the stool next to
the stage. I knew Julie must know that also. I wondered if she would make
me clean up after myself. I didn't know where these thoughts were coming
from. Before today I certainly had never had them. But I didn't care. Our
private dance was about to begin.

The dancer moved between us and began a far more sensual bump and grind
then she displayed on stage. I guess this is where they make their
money. Julie told me that this was strictly look, no touch as the dancer
continued to sway to the piped in music. I looked over at Julie who was
busy with her hand between her legs. I shot her a questioning look.

"We can't touch her, but there's no rule that I can't touch myself."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Immediately both my hands were
beneath my skirt. My left hand was spreading my pussy lips while my right
hand was busy alternating between rubbing my clit and pushing two fingers
into my love canal. I was so horny from watching all the dancers I knew I'd
be able to cum in just seconds. Julie obviously knew that too because she
reached over and grabbed my wrists in her powerful hands. I whimpered in
denial but offered absolutely no resistance as she twisted my arms around
my back. She let go, but I held them in place while she retrieved her
handcuffs from her purse. I probably could have got myself off in the 15
seconds she took to secure me, but something in my psyche held them in
position. If I was going to get off it was going to be on her terms. For
reasons I still didn't fully understand, that was how I wanted it.

Julie turned me back so I could give my attention to the dancer who was
beginning her second song. Julie's hand was back under her skirt giving
herself the pleasure she had denied me. The dancer seemed amused to say the
least. She moved in closer to us. Her show for two became a show for one as
she straddled my hips and began to grind herself pelvis to pelvis. If I had
a cock I would have been fucking her. She pulled my head into her sweaty
breasts as she bounced on me. It felt like she was trying to make herself
cum. I was doing my best to thrust my hips at just the right time to get
some stimulation on my own clit, but all I managed to do was bring myself
frustratingly closer but not over the top.

I was going crazy. I heard Julie climax and that only made me more
desperate to achieve my own orgasm. I couldn't tell if the dancer did. I
don't think so. I think her moans were just part of her act. Either way I
could tell I'd happily pay for a repeat performance if my hands were not
restrained. I heard the second song end and the dancer climbed off of
me. My pussy was exposed and wet as if a flash flood had occurred. The knot
holding my shirt together had come loose and the bottom of my tits were
clearly visible to the guys being led in by other dancers. I couldn't move
to protect myself from their gaze and I didn't really want to. I wanted
Julie to spring for another dance so I could finally cum. Of course, that
wasn't part of her master plan.  *** Back to the table we went. My skirt
was bunched even higher as my wetness caused the thin material to stick. I
felt as if every eye in the place was on me. Julie had not retied my
shirt. Even though it was hanging down, I felt like everyone could see
everything. Of course she had not bothered to remove my handcuffs
either. She sat me down at the table. All around us truckers were sitting
at the other tables and watching as Heather gave me a passionate kiss. I
squirmed ever more desperate for release. It was obvious they could do
whatever they wanted to me and the audience knew it.

Heather ended my kiss with a long strand of saliva connecting her mouth to
mine. It finally broke and swung back onto my cleavage. I'd have wiped my
face if I could. Instead I had to wear it as a badge of honor. Megan and
Jackie were both on stage. I wondered if they would be the chosen ones to
take me in back and get me off. I started to juice a little more thinking
about them. Instead I felt Julie's fingers slid under my skirt. I
immediately looked at her and mouthed "No" but she just nodded. Her fingers
were insistent. I knew it was preordained that I was about to cum in front
of a group of strange men. She quickly found my clit. I tried to withstand
the pressure, but I knew it was a losing battle. I felt Heather begin to
unbutton the two remaining buttons on my shirt. She pulled it back to
expose my tits and rock hard nipples to my appreciative crowd. She then
stood up and pulled my chair back so they could get a better view of what
Julie was doing. I locked eyes with Julie. I couldn't bear the thought of
seeing all these men as she brought me off. I was almost there. Closer,
closer, closer. I felt Heather's fingertips tweak my nipples. That was the
final straw.

With a scream clearly audible over the thump of the dance music I came. For
the first time in my life I think I squirted. I know there was a flood of
juices. Heather grabbed both my nipples and squeezed hard. The pain
intensified the pleasure that was coursing through my veins. I closed my
eyes and rode my cum for all my life.

I don't know how long I came. It was a while, I know that. When I finally
came to my senses and opened my eyes the truckers had surrounded me and
were all applauding. Julie pulled out her hand and had me clean it. Heather
gave me another kiss. They stood me up. I was unsteady, but they helped me
bow to my fans. Then they hustled me toward the door. Clarissa was waiting
with 2 $100 bills which she gave to Julie. I was lead out of the club with
my pussy and ass on full display. They had not bothered to pull my skirt
down. They also had not bothered buttoning my blouse. I'm sure the guys
just coming in who got an eyeful wondered what they had missed. I was
deposited back into the backseat. Clearly we must be going home I thought
out loud.

"Not on your life", Julie said. "The night is still young and you still
have a lot to learn."
 

Chapter 02
 

I slumped back in the seat defeated. At Heather's insistence I spread my
legs and arms like I had during my first ride. I was too worn out to
resist. We got back on the highway and headed west. I didn't bother trying
to track where we were going. It didn't matter anyway, I decided. I just
shut my eyes and tried to rest. These girls obviously had additional plans
for me and I was going to need all the energy I could muster.

I think I dozed off for a few minutes, but I woke with a start when we hit
a speed bump. I quickly looked around and was dismayed to find that I knew
exactly where we were. We were on sorority row at Mount Holyoke. All of the
hard work I had put into my career was about to go up in smoke and I was
powerless to stop it. A feeling of dread washed over me.

"Please Julie," I whined. "Not here."

"Don't worry pet," she responded. "No harm is going to come to you. The
sisters know how to be discrete."

The sisters? Oh my God. We were going to her sorority. I should have
realized that when I saw where we were, but I guess I was hoping we were
just driving through to some other destination. We were not. Julie pulled
into her sorority house's parking lot. From the sound of it, a party was
going on. She had said lots of guys were going to be involved in our
plans. I'd hoped that meant the truckers at the strip club. Now I was sure
I was going to be passed around some frat boys from one of the other area
colleges. My legs were like jelly getting out of the car. I didn't want to
go in and my body was reflexively making it difficult for them.

Julie and Heather each took one of my arms and marched me in through the
back door. I could hear loud music coming from the basement. I prayed that
was not where they would lead me and thankfully they didn't. Instead I was
directed up the stairwell. As luck would have it, we didn't meet anybody as
we passed the second floor and ascended to the third. I was ushered into a
private bedroom. From what I could tell, nobody except Julie and Heather
knew I was here. That was of small comfort and would not be the case for
long.

Heather left while Julie stripped me and then retrieved leather wrist and
ankle cuffs from a desk drawer. I was shivering as I passively stood by and
let her attach the cuffs. When she was done she stuck a probing finger into
my pussy. Despite my apprehension, I was still wet, a fact that both
pleased her and confirmed my need to follow her orders.

"Let me explain what is about to happen," she began. "Heather and I pledged
our sorority at the same time. We were part of a group of six girls who
formed one of the pledge teams. We grew to be close, very close, during
hell week. In fact we've all been lovers ever since. As fate would have it,
Heather and I found out we had dominant traits and the other four girls
leaned more submissive, although not to the extend you are."

I listened to her wondering how she knew so much about what I was feeling
in my core. Before yesterday I had never admitted to myself that I even had
any bottom tendencies.

"Since we're all graduating, I wanted to give them a little treat for the
years of service they have given Heather and me. You are that treat. I
expect you to serve them all the way you serve Heather and me. I wouldn't
worry about your precious reputation. All the girls are leaving next week
and since they managed to keep their own reputations intact for four year
of pussy eating, I think they'll manage one more week."

Julie's confidence didn't really assuage my fears, but I didn't have much
time to worry about it. The door opened and Heather returned with a couple
of other girls in tow. Both were pretty. I guess that was a prerequisite to
joining this sorority. One I didn't recognize. One was in my philosophy
class.

"Professor M, is that you?" Kelly, the girl I knew asked.

I couldn't answer her. I could only look at the floor. I felt a hand swat
my butt.

"You were asked a question," I heard Julie say emphatically.

I paused trying to regain my composure. Finally I spoke. "Yes Kelly. It is
me."

"Wow," she replied. "I always fantasized about you in class. I think you're
hot. I can't believe we're going to fuck."

Hearing her describe me as hot was good for my psyche and I was able to
raise my eyes. I found both her and the other girl I didn't know devouring
me with their gaze. I started to feel a little better about the whole
situation as two other girls walked through the door. One was a brunette,
Sandy, who I had in the interdisciplinary program. Although I'd counseled
her throughout the semester I never would have guessed she was into
girls. The fourth girl was a cute blonde I'd never seen on campus. I stood
nervously in front of them. I was the only one who was naked. I didn't know
what to do so I waited for Julie to take charge.

"Professor, these are my pussy pleasers," she began. The girls all giggled
at their nickname. Apparently they didn't know what was going to happen
either. "Girls, the good professor has agreed she needed to expand her
sexual horizons. At my urging, she has consented to be my graduation
present to you all. You have been so loyal to Heather and me that we wanted
to give you something back. So, for tonight, she is all yours. Whatever you
want, she will provide. Isn't that right, Professor?"

Once again I felt shame and I lowered my eyes. "Yes, mam," I replied.

I sensed someone walking up to me. When I raised my eyes again I saw that
it was Kelly. She gently took my face in her hands and gave me a very
gentle, yet passionate kiss. While she did that, another one of the girls
moved behind us and gave me a hug wrapping her arms around both of
us. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, I remember thinking. When Kelly
finally broke her kiss and stepped back, I knew my juices were flowing
again. She had been so tender I remember thinking I was going to enjoy
pleasing her. She stepped back and the brunette took her place. She had
already shed her clothes and was not nearly so gentle. She grabbed my
wrists and tugged me to the floor. Her pussy was already moist and
inviting. I took the invitation and dove in. She held my head tightly. This
was apparently for her need not mine. I wasn't going anywhere.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other girls shedding their
clothes. As the brunette pulled my head back to give me some air, I saw
Kelly now passionately making out with one of the other girls I didn't
know. Back to the brunette's pussy I went. I sucked, licked and nibbled her
pussy and clit until finally she came on my face. Her response was to push
me away. I thought it strange that she had spent four years serving
Julie. She definitely seemed the dominant type. What I was quickly to learn
was all the girls were taking advantage of their new found power. In the
pecking order of the sorority, they were beneath Julie and Heather, but for
the next few hours, I was going to take orders from them and they were
going to enjoy their new found power.

The next girl pulled me over her lap and gave me a spanking. It wasn't
playful. It was hard, painful and caused me to cry. I quickly learned at
each of the girls used me to take revenge on the activities they disliked
most that Julie and Heather did to them. Kelly strapped a dildo on my chin
and rode my face until she christened me with her fluids. Apparently
Heather loved doing that to her but she hated it because she never got to
cum. The fourth girl had me rim her ass. She didn't get off but I could
tell my submission to her aroused her. Julie and Heather were standing back
enjoying the show as each of the girls took several turns with me. I got a
new appreciation for the depth of depravity Julie and Heather put these
girls through as they took turns spanking me, fucking me with various
dildos, giving me a golden shower, taking turns having me eat their pussies
and asses and generally teasing me but not letting me cum.

I was a sweaty mess of aroused flesh when Heather finally stood up and
started taking her clothes off. I wondered if she was going to select one
of her pleasers or if she had another indignity for me. As it turned out
she was ready to give me something she had promised earlier. I'd already
been fucked by each of the girls so I wasn't surprised when Heather began
slipping on a strap-on. Each of them had my pussy in a different
position. I'd been fucked missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and
once where my body was inverted and my legs were suspended using the cuffs
above my head.  That one had been a challenge as the blood rushed to my
head. I almost passed out before the brunette took pity on me and pulled
out. What would Heather require, I wondered.

She snapped her fingers and two of the girls pulled me onto my knees in a
doggie position. I'd always liked doggie so this was good with me. What I
had forgotten was Heather's promise to take my ass tonight. Had I
remembered that I probably would not have wiggled my butt at her. Kelly
produced a tube of KY and smothered it along my backside. Instantly I began
to resist, but unlike her sweet exterior, Kelly's quick spank told me to be
still. She used a couple of fingers to spread the lube and told me to
relax. She started to push her fingers into my ass.

"Push back like you're taking a shit," she told me. I strained like she
said and surprisingly when I relaxed my ass sucked her fingers right
in. She wiggled them around getting me accustomed to the invasion. I then
felt her remove her fingers and felt an enormous feeling dildo at my back
door. I heard Heather hiss.

"Just relax slut. This isn't even my big strap-on. You can take it. Here we
go."

I felt her push. I didn't think there was any way it was going to fit. She
was insistent though applying constant pressure until I finally stretched
enough to envelop the plastic invader.

"Oh my God," I screamed.

"Shut her up, she'll bring the whole house in on us."

Kelly was quick to appear in front of me sliding her pussy beneath my
head. I didn't wait for her to grab my hair. I buried my face into her
simmering pussy and howled. Between my screams of pain and did my best to
service her. Heather was not going to be denied until she buried the full
length of her dildo up my backside. Finally it was in. She paused to let me
adjust to the feeling. As I did Kelly urged me to eat her properly. I did
and was rewarded with more cool gel being applied to my ass as Heather
began to pull her dildo from my rectum. Back in it went. This time was
smoother, although it still hurt plenty. The third time it felt better and
soon Heather built up a rhythm which started to feel good. She was hitting
nerve ending I never knew existed. My new found pleasure must have improved
my pussy eating skills as Kelly soon came on my tongue. She rolled out and
another pussy took her place. As so it went. I had to give all five girls
orgasms before Heather finally popped out of my ass for good. Along the way
I'd come twice as Julie took pity on my and rubbed my clit. I had no idea
what time it was but I knew it was late and I prayed they were done with
me. The six girls were sitting around recovering. I was on the floor in the
center of the room surrounded by them. As usual, it was Julie who spoke.

"So girls, did you enjoy our thank you gift?" she asked the pussy pleasers.

They all responded that they had.

"We're going to take her home unless there is anything else you want?"

I could tell I'd exhausted them. I couldn't believe there was anything we
had not done yet. Each of them had cum at least 4 times by my count. They'd
all fucked my pussy and after Heather had broken my anal cherry they had
all fucked my ass. They even paired off and double penetrated me. I'd eaten
their pussies and rimmed their butts. They had all spanked me more than
once. I had been bound in various positions and abused verbally. What else
could there be?

There was silence. I thought I was finally going to get out of there when
Kelly spoke up.

"Before you take her home, I think you should have her do a house perp
crawl."

What the heck was that? A house perp crawl?"

In unison every said that was a great idea. Obviously this had been a setup
and was planned from the beginning. The house perp crawl, as it was
explained to me, happened when a sister broke a house rule and needed to be
punished.  The term perp walk is used when a criminal is escorted to
jail. Although I never had heard about the amount of lesbianism happening
on campus, apparently at least in the sororities almost everyone went bi at
some time. Naked paddlings and pussy eating were part of hell week. As
Julie explained, most of the girls even if they were straight tended to
stray from time to time. I was instructed that I would have to crawl back
to the car. Any of the sisters who saw me would have the opportunity to
give me one command or punishment. They could spank or paddle me, order me
to lick their pussy or fuck me with a dildo.

The girls all looked absolutely radiant at the thought. I asked how many
girls lived in the house. They told me 35. I shook my head. "I'll never
make it," I said.

"Don't worry prof. It's late and even so, usually only the committed les
sisters participate. I know how much you crave humiliation and
submission. You'll love it."

"But how many of your sisters know me or have taken my class," I asked.

"I'm not sure," Julie said. "Maybe 10 or 12."

I slumped to the floor. Certainly any student who saw me would want to use
her privilege. I lay on the floor gently sobbing. Heather tried to reassure
me that it would be so bad and that every pledge went through this
ritual. Her words didn't really help. I felt the cuffs being removed. It
felt good to be free, although it was only temporary. I felt a collar being
attached around my neck. I immediately noticed a leash attached to it. I
felt a tug and then a spank to get me back on all fours.

"Get her tail," said Julie.

Heather walked back over to the dresser and returned with a thick dildo
with a long tail attached to it. It was kind of like a hair extension. I
didn't have to think hard about where that was going. After the night my
poor ass had endured I was pretty loose back there and it didn't take much
effort to bury the dildo in position. Another tug on the leash and we were
headed toward the door.

Much to my dismay my pussy didn't seem to understand that I shouldn't be
enjoying this. I could feel the wetness seeping down my inner thighs. My
body was reveling this even if my mind was not. Julie stopped at the
door. I felt two hands holding my butt and then somebody writing on it with
a felt tip pen. I couldn't tell what message I was displaying on my
backside, but after they were satisfied Julie tugged the leash again and we
went into the hallway.

The stairs down were painful on my hands and knees. Each step had a metal
edge to prevent slipping, but it dug into my skin. I struggled to be
quiet. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. My only hope was that
it was too late for anyone else to be up.

We made it past the second floor of bedrooms. As we approached the first
floor I could hear a movie playing in the living room. Somebody else was
up. We reached the back door where we had first entered the house. It was
decision time for Julie. She could either take me out to her car where I
would be safe from prying eyes or route me through to the front door where
I would invariably end up going through the living room.

So far my humiliation today had been completely at the hands of seniors who
would be leaving campus within a week. Julie had promised they could hold
their tongue and my secret needs would remain exactly that. Secret. She
paused at the back door.

"You've done exceptionally well pet. Your lesson for today is almost
over. Now you have choice. We can go through this door and back to your
house. Nobody on campus will ever know about what a lezzy slut you are and
you can go back to screwing college boys in Boston. Or we can go out the
front door. From the sound of it at least one sister is watching a movie. I
don't know how many additional people you may have to serve or whether they
will be on campus next year or not. I know the six of us made a pact not to
pursue you after graduation but I can't say that about whoever is in the
living room. The choice is yours. What's it going to be?"

This was a horrible decision. I knew going back to the boys in Boston was
out. There was no way I was giving up the freedom I felt submitting to
these girls. But if Julie, Heather, Kelly and the others were to believed,
my reputation would still be intact in the college community so at least
I'd have my job. The hallway was silent. Heather opened the back door and
Julie began to step outside. This time I tugged the leash. She looked at me
for confirmation and I nodded.

Julie stepped back in and began walking through the dining hall. I crawled
behind her. I felt confident and sexy. We rounded the corner toward the
living room. My fate was sealed, even if I didn't know exactly what that
fate was. The lights were on. There would be no hiding who or what I
was. Julie led me into the room. Heather was walking behind us. The TV was
on although I didn't recognize the movie. I was concentrating too much on
the dildo in my ass and the swish of my tale hitting the backs of thighs.

I saw Julie stop and then move over. And then... And then... nothing. The
room was empty. I felt a rush of adrenaline drain from my body. Somebody
had left the TV and lights on. Julie tugged the leash and continued the
perp crawl to the front of the house. There were a couple of first floor
rooms where the lights were on but the doors were closed and they didn't
see us. She finally led me out the front door and into the yard. I crawled
across the grass and turned to go to the parking lot in back. The entire
neighborhood was still. Clearly it was the middle of the night. We made it
to the car without being seen and I was placed in the back seat. I was
relieved, but somehow disappointed too. We rode back to my house in
silence. I wondered if I'd ever see Julie or Heather again.

Back at my house the girls pulled me out into the front yard. They were
going to finish the perp crawl. I prayed none of my neighbors were looking,
but that this hour I figured the odds were minimal. Just before we reached
my front steps Julie spoke."

"Pet, you made an important decision tonight about where you want your life
to go. I'm proud of you. You obviously crave submission. I've got one last
task for you tonight."

I expected her to have me eat her pussy one last time or have me clean the
dildo which had been wedged up my ass for the last half hour. Instead she
ordered me to do something much more humiliating. She told be good doggies
always pee in the yard before going inside for the night. I looked back at
her in horror but I saw she wasn't kidding. I don't know how long I stayed
squatted on my front lawn before I finally relaxed enough to piss. I
remember thinking the longer I take the more likely I'll get caught by a
neighbor. I could see the first faint rays of sunlight on the eastern
horizon. I knew some of my neighbors went jogging at dawn and this fact as
much as anything else finally allowed me to degrade myself one last time. I
could feel my pee spraying against my thighs. While it was happening
Heather reached down and began manipulating my clit. I moaned in
appreciation and gratitude. I stopped peeing, but she didn't stop fingering
me. I begged her to take me inside but instead she took her other hand and
began sliding my tail dildo in and out of my ass.

I looked up at Julie for her approval. She could tell I wanted to cum but I
suddenly remembered her rule from the beginning of the day to not cum
without permission. I was shaking in need as Heather expertly manipulated
my body. She was holding me on the edge with knowledge far beyond her
years. Lost was my fear of being seen by my neighbors. I had to cum one
final time. I heard a garage door open and looked up at Julie pleading with
my eyes. She just smiled and nodded.

Immediately I crashed over the edge of one final soul quaking orgasm. I
fell to the ground shaking and moaning. I saw Julie drop the leash and then
my purse in front of me. My two captors turned and walked back to the car
leaving me quivering naked in my front yard consumed by a powerful
climax. I heard them drive away and then heard another car pass my
house. It was one of my neighbors although I had no clue which one or
whether they had even seen me.

I lay in the front yard recovering for several minutes until I finally had
the strength to pull myself up and crawl to my front door. I struggled a
bit with the keys but finally got the door opened. After shutting the door
I collapsed in the foyer where I promptly passed out, my body wracked from
over 12 hours of nearly continuous sexual expenditures. I woke several
hours later with my fingers in my still wet pussy. I must have been
dreaming something nasty because I was aroused like all get out. I took off
the collar and staggered up to my bedroom. I tried to fall back asleep but
my pussy wouldn't let me until I took care of it again. I fantasized about
a powerful mistress taking her satisfaction from my body and teasing me
until I went insane. My fingers were dancing over my clit and I held back
as long as I could before the wash of climax rolled over me again. I
promptly fell back asleep and didn't awake again until the middle of the
afternoon.

I spent Sunday around the house trying to get a handle on the flood of new
feeling I had experienced that weekend. Friday I had let myself be picked
up by a sexually aggressive man and Saturday I had willingly submitted my
body to the use and abuse by a six-pack of college girls. This was so
unlike anything I had experienced before and I was worried. I knew the
girls had awoken feelings I never knew I had. They made me cum so hard. I
knew I wanted more and yet I also knew messing around with students,
especially girls, would be the end of my career. I tried to convince myself
that yesterday had been a onetime thing. A wonderful onetime thing but a
onetime thing none the less.

Even though I decided I wasn't interested in a repeat performance with
Julie, Heather or their sorority sisters, I did stay at home all day Sunday
in case any of the called. It was sick, I know, but that is what I did. I
finished grading all the presentations I had watched and finished preparing
my philosophy final. In a way I was disappointed Julie didn't call or show
up. I wanted the closure of telling her we were through. Monday passed
without a call either. Perhaps I was just a notch on their bedpost before
graduation.

Tuesday came and I knew I would see Julie and Kelly at the philosophy
final. They came into the room with the rest of the students and sat in the
front row. Both were dressed in jeans and a sweat shirts. Very
conservative, I noted. As I sat in the front of the room a proctored the
test, my mind wandered back to the events of last Saturday. I began to
wonder why Julie had not dressed more provocatively. I started to fantasize
about her sitting in the class in a tight skirt. Sitting in the front row
she would slowly spread her legs teasing me as I lectured. I would lose
track of what I was talking about as I realized she wasn't wearing any
panties. I was getting hot and bothered sitting in the front of the room. I
tried to hide behind my laptop pretending to work, but mostly I was staring
at her. I started to become wet when I imagined her walking to the front of
the class room, sitting on my desk, spreading her legs and pulling my mouth
tight against her pussy. I shook my head and tried to snap my mind back to
the test.

Did she know I was looking at her for the better part of two hours?
Probably not. Her eyes were buried in the test. There was a fair amount of
groaning when I announced time was up. As I said before this class is a
challenge and I always design the final to be difficult to finish. A parade
of students walked by my desk to drop off their tests. Most were friendly
and told me they enjoyed the class and to have a good summer. Some were
just glad the class was over. They had survived but just barely. Kelly
acted as if nothing had happened between us and just said thank you. I
wasn't sure for what. Julie was last. I took a deep breath as she
approached the desk.

"I really enjoyed having you this semester, Ms. M," she said. Was it my
imagination or did she emphasize the phrase "having you?" I looked up at
her and smiled. She looked around the room to make sure everybody else had
left before whispering in my ear.

"I especially liked having you lick my pussy. We'll have to do that again
before I leave campus. Be home Saturday after the graduation ceremony."

Her voice was so soft I had to struggle to hear what she said. As I turned
my head she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed for the door. I
was speechless. I watched her perfect ass framed in her tight jeans as she
disappeared into the hallway. I had my speech all ready about how our
affair was not going to be repeated, but she never gave me a chance to tell
her. No matter. I had no intention of submitting to her again.

I spent the next couple of days grading the final and then relaxing a
bit. Summer was always a time when I could travel some and recharge my
batteries for the next school year. Financially I didn't have to teach
summer school which was a blessing. After I turned in my grades on
Thursday, I just had to attend the graduation ceremony Saturday and I was
done for three months.

Graduation ceremonies always seemed stupid to me. Nobody really cares about
the speakers and watching students walk across the stage to receive fake
diplomas really doesn't hold my interest. Still it is fun to people watch
and seeing the joy in your student's eyes gives you a bit of
satisfaction. After the ceremony I headed home. Over the last couple of
days I went through a series of emotions regarding Julie's decree that I
should be home to lick her pussy one final time this afternoon. The
educator and realist in me told that if she showed up, I should tell her to
have a nice life and to leave me alone. But part of me wanted to submit to
her again. To have her push me to my knees and force me to bury my tongue
in her pussy once again. After all, what harm could one more time cause?

And so I found myself sitting on pins and needles Saturday afternoon
waiting for Julie to arrive. The minutes and then hours ticked by. I began
to wonder if she had just been teasing me. Certainly her family was in town
for the graduation ceremony. How was she going to get away from them? After
a couple of hours I decided it was just a big joke. Then the doorbell rang.

I took a deep breath and stood up. I walked to the entry foyer and looked
out of the peephole. I didn't see Julie. I saw an older woman, and by older
I guessed a few years older than me, standing on my porch. Who was that? I
took another deep breath and opened the door. The woman, very formally
dressed obviously from the graduation was standing front and center. She
was not smiling at me. Off to the side was Heather. Gone was her robe. She
was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and was looking down. She would not make
eye contact. The woman introduced herself as Heather's mom and said she had
a very important matter to discuss. She asked if she could come inside. I
looked at Heather again. The confident girl I so joyously submitted to a
week ago was nowhere to be found. Her mother must have found out what we
did. I began to shake a bit. I hoped the woman didn't notice. I unhooked
the screen door and I stepped back and let Heather and her mom into the
foyer. I tried to be friendly and held out my hand to shake Heather's mom's
hand. I introduced myself as Tammy. She shook my hand and said I could call
her Mrs. Forrest. Her formality struck me as a way to control the
situation. She obviously had her daughter in line and I assumed she was
trying to do the same with me.

"Tammy, my daughter has something she would like to say to you," said
Mrs. Forrest.

I was confused, but looked at Heather. She still had her head down. She
mumbled a bit to the floor, but I could still understand her.

"Ms. M, I am sorry for taking advantage of you with Julie. It was wrong of
me. I should not treat people that way. Please forgive me."

Now I was really confused. I looked at Heather's mother quizzically.

"Tammy, my daughter has always had a problem dealing with people in
authority over her. Her father and I instituted a strict corporal
punishment policy in our house for her whenever she broke the rules or
disobeyed us. She's always had problems with teachers."

"Well, I accept her apology," I said. I didn't tell her that I thoroughly
enjoyed when her daughter took advantage of me.

"Tammy, I want you to do something for me. Having her father or me paddle
her doesn't seem to work. I want you to punish her. Maybe if a different
authority figure does it she will learn something. Heather take your pants
down."

This was a twist in the game for which I was not prepared. Heather seem to
be expecting it however as her jeans were already down past her thighs.

"Tammy, please sit down. Heather, lie across her lap."

I did as Mrs. Forrest requested and soon the beautiful, and previously very
dominant Heather, was face down across my lap. I gave her a tentative swat.

"That will not even get her attention. You'll have to be stronger than
that."

I gave her a harder slap. The sound of my palm on her sweet young flesh
reverberated throughout the living room. Heather didn't make a sound. I hit
her again. Still no sound. She obviously was experienced. I would have
screamed. I began to hit each of her buttocks as hard as I could. Her
cheeks turned pink and then bright red as I continued my assault. I could
feel her start to squirm and thought I detected a faint whimper. I know I
saw tears begin to seep from her eyes. I started to feel sorry for her, but
still she did not protest. Finally I looked up at her mother for permission
to stop.

"Heather, did you learn your lesson?" she asked her daughter.

"Yes mommy," she replied.

"Tammy, part of Heather's problem is Julie found out about how she was
spanked as a child. One night during their freshman year Julie spanked
Heather and it became sexual. Ever since then it ceased being a meaningful
punishment. Please place a finger in my daughter's pussy and see if it is
wet."

I knew how wet I got when Heather and Julie spanked me. I had no doubt she
was probably drenched. I wanted to tell Mrs. Forrest I didn't want to play
her game, but at the same time, I was enjoying punishing the girl who so
recently punished me. Mrs. Forrest was standing next to my chair. Her
presence was commanding as she looked down at me. She nodded her head as if
to reissue her edict for me to finger her daughter. My hand reacted on
instinct. Heather moaned.

"My daughter is wet, isn't she?"

"Yes Mrs. Forrest," I replied softly. My examination didn't stop at the
first touch. I couldn't help but push my finger deeper into her
pussy. Heather's hips began to rotate on my lap.

"I told you to check her, not finger fuck her," Mrs. Forrest exclaimed with
mock outrage.

I pulled my finger out. Heather whimpered.

"Stand up and pull your pants back up dear," Mrs. Forrest continued. I
wondered where the game went from here. When Heather was presentable again,
Mrs. Forrest walked over and opened my front door. Was that it? She wanted
me to spank her daughter and then leave? Fine. Get out, I thought. I need
some time with my own finger. That is what I would have said if I had not
remained quiet.

"Heather, go back to the house and pack up the rest of your things. If you
want Julie to take care of that leaky pussy that's fine, but I want to be
on the way to the airport within an hour."

I watched as Heather walked out without saying a word. Mrs. Forrest shut
the door and locked it. She then pulled out her cell phone and made a
call. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it went
something like this.

"Hi Julie. Yeah she is on her way back to you. Yes, she's got a red
ass. I'm sure she wants you to fuck her one last time. That's cool with me,
but make her beg for it first. Yes. See you later. Bye."

Mrs. Forrest snapped shut her phone and looked at me.

"Now Tammy, what are we going to do with you for molesting my daughter."

 

Chapter 03

"Now Tammy, what are we going to do with you for molesting my daughter?"

Mrs. Forrest's words hung in the air and rang in my ears. I needed to get
control of the situation and fast.

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Forrest. You need to better control your daughter," I
countered forcefully.

It felt good to stand up for myself. I had not done that the last
week. Alas my feeling of victory was short lived as before I could react, I
felt the sting of her palm against my cheek. I recoiled in shock as the
pain spread across my face. I looked at her in the eyes. My fiery intensity
was matched by her own.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me you little slut. Your pussy is out
of control and needs to be taught some manners," she scolded me.

We stared at each other, neither of us wanting to give any ground. Her gaze
was like ice. There was no emotion in her eyes. She obviously didn't think
much of me, but I couldn't get a read on what she was really feeling. I
opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I saw her snicker.

"That's right Tammy. You know I am speaking the truth. Julie could see
it. She got Heather to help her seduce you and now we're here and your body
is craving my touch."

My mind was reeling. Consciously I was still fighting, but my body was far
beyond my brain. The moment she slapped me I felt a flood of juices in my
pussy. As I had a week ago, my will to resist a powerful woman was
crumbling faster than I wanted to admit. I softened my stare.

"Good girl," she cooed. I lowered my eyes to the floor defeated.

"Tammy, you have just learned position one," she began. She used the tame
tone I take with my students. She sounded like a teacher.

"Whenever you are in the presence of your mistress you must keep your eyes
down until you are instructed otherwise. At all times you are to show
reverence for your superiors. You should not speak unless spoken to and you
must acquiesce to any command quickly and without question. Do you
understand these rules?"

I was still trying to process all that she said. It was a direct
question. I must be allowed to answer. However she had not told me to look
at her. Must keep my eyes down I repeated to myself.

"Yes," I said without averting my eyes from their view of the floor.

"Yes?" she questioned.

I paused running through the rules in my head. Show reverence. I'd
forgotten to show reverence.

"Yes, mam."

"Good. You can teach an old dog new tricks."

Old dog? Did she have to use that phrase? I was mad, but also aroused. I
continued to look at the floor until Mrs. Forrest told me to look at her
again. This time my face showed contrition and acceptance of my situation.

"I don't have a lot of time to work with you. It's a shame. You are lovely
and obviously a natural sub. I would have enjoyed training you and turning
you into a premium love slave."

"Do you have to be leaving so soon?" I asked.

I saw her hand moving, but again could not defend myself in time to prevent
another stinging rebuke against my cheek. I wish each slap was not
accompanied by a resulting flash of moisture in my pussy, but I couldn't
help it. My body was on autopilot.

"Do you know why I slapped you?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "Because I spoke without being spoken to?" I
answered in the form of a question, but I knew it should have been a
declaration of fact.

"Yes," she replied. "Now take your clothes off and be quick about it."

Her bluntness surprised me, although it shouldn't have. Still there was
nothing more my body wanted right then but to submit to her will so I
quickly shed my clothes and stood gloriously naked before her. She nodded
at the speed I stripped. She then walked around me examining my form. She
pinched both my nipples as if to check their function. She pushed two
fingers inside of me to confirm what she already knew. She told me to bend
over and touch my toes before she greased up my asshole with pussy juice
and pushed a finger into my backside. While she fingered my ass she stroked
my butt cheeks. I wanted her to spank me. I wanted her to rub my clit. I
wanted her to do whatever she wanted. But I said nothing.

Mrs. Forrest played with me for maybe a minute. My legs were already
getting sore but I held the position after she pulled her finger out of my
ass and gave me a spank in return.

"I need to get something from the car. I'll be right back she said."

I heard her open the door and walk outside. My calves were starting to
burn, but I was determined to hold my position since she had not given me
instructions otherwise. Here I was naked in my living room bent over,
holding my ankles and waiting for a woman I'd just met to return. Did I
mention my pussy was almost overflowing with juices? If my husband could
only see me now. What would he say?

I turned my head to look back toward the door in anticipation of her
return. What I saw almost made me run and hide. She had left the front door
open. If that wasn't bad enough, the mailman was just putting the mail into
my house's mail slot. He was watching me intently and leering at me. It was
so humiliating. I wanted to sprint to the bathroom and grab a towel to
cover myself, but I was frozen to the spot. Just then Mrs. Forrest
returned.

"Why don't you take a picture? It will last longer," I heard her say.

"Good idea was the reply."

I looked back again to see a camera phone pointed my way and I blushed as a
fresh wave of humiliation crashed over me.

"Put that away!" I heard Mrs. Forrest exclaim. "I was kidding."

I looked again and saw her hand pushing his phone down and blocking the
lens from capturing my depravity. I wanted to thank her as he turned and
walked back to the sidewalk with a huff. But I didn't want to break another
rule so quickly so I turned my head back to where it should be focused
staring at my feet. My pussy and ass were available for her pleasure as I
heard her drop a duffle bag with a thud next to me.

"Like I said, unfortunately I don't have time to work with you, but I do
want to punish you for what you did to my daughter."

I wanted to scream that I didn't do anything to her daughter, but I was
silent. I was trying to be a good girl.

The first thing she did was to sit down, put me across her knee and spank
me the same way I had spanked Heather. She made sure to give my pussy the
same attention I had given Heather's, only I know she was much more
insistent about bringing me to the edge of release but not beyond. She then
told me to stand face first in the corner with my hands on my head. I felt
like a grammar school child being punished in a classroom. All that was
missing was the dunce cap.

I heard her moving behind me, but I had no idea what was happening. I
thought I detected the removal of clothes and then I know I heard a zipper
on the duffle bag. Finally I recognized the next sound easily. It was the
buzz of a vibrator. A powerful one at that. First I heard the buzz. Then I
heard the buzz become muted. Then I heard a moan. Oh my God, Mrs. Forrest
was masturbating while looking at me.

She said nothing. She requested nothing. I wanted to finger my pussy and
take my own pleasure, but that command was not forthcoming. I wanted to
bend over again and show off my ass to her. That command didn't happen
either. I wanted to do anything but stand motionless, stare at the wall and
feel the heat rising from my punished ass. But I couldn't. Mrs. Forrest was
obviously enjoying what she was doing. My own arousal scent was now mixing
with hers as she repeatedly fucked herself with the vibrator. She was now
crying with pleasure. Why didn't she order me to eat her pussy? Is she
going to play with me? Does she do this with Heather? These questions and
others raced through my mind as I listened to her masturbate. My own
arousal was going through the roof even though I wasn't touching myself. I
needed her to touch me or at least give me the approval to get myself off,
but it didn't happen.

Instead I had to listen to her give herself what sounded like a very juicy
and satisfying cum. I was so jealous. I wanted more. I wanted
everything. And she was giving me nothing. I couldn't wait until she left
so I could satisfy my own lusts. I didn't need her pretending to be
tough. I could do that in my fantasy world. I was pissed.

Finally she calmed down from her self pleasure. I heard her moving and
sensed her presence behind me. At last it was my turn, I thought. I felt
her wrap her left arm around me and pull me tight against her. I could feel
the heat from her pussy radiate out onto my buttocks. From the corner of my
eye I saw her right hand moving around my head. It was holding the
vibrator. I offered no resistance as it first contacted my lips. She
applied a little pressure and I took it in my mouth.

"A good submissive always cleans the toys when playtime is over," she said.

Playtime? Over? It had better not be over I screamed silently to
myself. Her left hand now slid down and began rubbing my clit as my mouth
savored her flavor for the first time. What a treat it was to have three
senses (smell, taste, touch) being manipulated at the same time. This was
what I wanted. I began to moan as her left hand danced on my clit. Her
vibrator was obviously clean by now. I secretly wished she would use it on
me. I knew I could come in a matter of seconds. But just like when she
fingered me during my spanking, as soon as I got too excited she stopped.

"Lesson two," she said. "No cumming without permission. You have not earned
that yet."

I was dejected, but I held my position facing the wall with my hands on my
head. I was determined to take whatever she could dish out.

"You're doing better Tammy. You have not moved and you have not spoken. I
even liked your moan. It was very sexy. Would you like me to fuck you now?"

I was surprised she didn't make me beg like her daughter had. I almost
screamed "Yes, mam!"

She took me over to my dining room table. Fortunately it was cleared off as
my final exams had all been graded days ago. She bent me over and went to
work. She must have brought the rope with her in the bag as I knew I didn't
have anything like that in the house. In the end my legs were spread very
wide and my ankles were tied to the legs of the table. No matter how much
they hurt, I wasn't going to be closing them. My arms were also tied. The
rope from my wrists ran the length of the table before being affixed to the
opposite table legs. Mrs. Forrest left me just enough slack to be able to
move my arms, barely. Maybe only an inch or two but that was it. My pussy
and ass were both on display and easily accessible. I wondered if she would
choose only one of my holes or if I would be treated to both being
satisfied. My legs were tied tight, but if I wiggled my hips just right, I
could get a most pleasing pressure on my clit from the edge of the table.

My mind flashed back to Julie's bedroom where I first masturbated myself
bound and on the corner of her dresser. I felt depraved then, but now, just
a week later, I looked forward to the pleasure a piece of furniture would
soon be giving me. Slowly I began to grind my hips forcing my clit onto the
edge of the table. I don't know if I expected her not to notice, but of
course she did. She just laughed.

"See I knew you were a slut. I've tied you up and the first thing you do is
try to fuck a table. I'm going to have to make more time to train you
properly."

She didn't tell me to stop and she didn't spank me again. I took that as
tacit approval to continue. I heard her walk into my kitchen. Now was my
chance. Summoning all of my strength, I shook against the tight bonds
trying to find the right pressure on my clit to finally release all of the
emotions that had built up since Mrs. Forrest's arrival. I didn't care that
I was earning another spanking. I was only concerned with
cumming. Unfortunately the corner of my table was rounded and try as I
might, I couldn't get over the edge. By the time Mrs. Forrest returned
about 2 minutes had passed and I only succeeding in making myself even
hornier.

"If you were my slave I would punish you for that my dear," she told
me. "But I understand. I need to get going, but I don't want you to break
the rules so I brought you something."

I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt her place what I later
discovered was a dish towel, folded over, on the edge of the table under my
clit. I heard her use several pieces of strapping tape to hold it in
place. Whatever hopes of using the edge of the table for my own pleasure
was gone.

"I've got a plane to catch, but I would love to see you again and really
teach you how to pleasure a woman. Can I call you?"

I grunted, "Fine," but I was steaming mad. Then it dawned on me that she
was going to leave me like this. I knew I couldn't talk her out of doing
whatever she had planned and rather than fight, my body emotionally
collapsed. I no longer was struggling against the ropes for either escape
or an orgasm. I was limp, bent over and secured to the table. Then I heard
her dialing the phone again.

"Hi Julie," I heard her say. "Yes, she's all ready for you. Yes, she's
naive, but trainable. I could work wonders with her. What's that? Did you
make her beg before you let her eat you? Good. I'm going to leave Tammy
here for you. Yeah, she's not going anywhere. What? A blindfold? Sure. I
can take care of that. OK. I'll tell her you'll be over later. Have a good
summer. Bye."

I lay passively on the table listening to her discuss me with my now
graduated student. What else could I do? I'd let her tie me to the table. I
wanted her to tie me to the table. But now she was leaving. I was
depressed.

I didn't say a word as Mrs. Forrest slipped my sleep mask she found in my
nightstand over my eyes. I was in darkness. I felt her adjust the strap as
tight as it would go. I thought I might be able to rock my head around
after she left to get the mask to fall off, but a strategic wrap of the
packing tape tightened it even further. It was going to have to be cut
off. At least the tape was only on the strap and not on my hair. Thank God
for small favors. I felt her penetrate my pussy once again with two
fingers. It was still warm, moist and inviting.

"I have to go now. But your friend Julie will be by in a while when she's
done with Heather. Have fun."

I didn't give her the pleasure of a response. She didn't ask for one
anyway. I felt her pull her fingers out of my smoldering pussy. I then
heard the familiar buzz of her vibrator. I prayed it was for me. I heard
her turn it on high and then felt the tip brush against my pussy lips.

I immediately broke my silence and started moaning. I heard her tear
another strip of packing tape as I felt the vibrator being pushed deeper
into my needy pussy. Then I heard her say "oops" as if she had made a
mistake. Out came the vibrator and down went the sound. When it again slid
into my waiting love hole it was hardly moving at all. She had turned it to
its lowest setting. The bitch. I then felt the tape press against my
butt. The vibrator was now trapped inside of me. It was inside of me on a
setting meant to tease not please. I was tied unable to change my situation
and my clit was protected from any meaningful contact with the edge of the
table. My only savior would be Julie and I had no clue when she would be
arriving and what her plans were when she did. I was screwed. I heard the
door open. I didn't hear it close. The dining room isn't in view from the
front door, but if it was open it wouldn't prevent anybody from walking in
on me.

My mind flashed back to the mailman watching me. Would he come back? Would
he fuck me? I began to rotate my hips again in an effort to make myself
cum, but it was futile. I lost all sense of time. Without my eyesight I
couldn't even see out the window to gauge the time by the light. Finally I
heard footsteps. The sound of high heels on the wooden floor was music to
my ears. I heard someone removing their clothes.

"Miss Julie, please let me cum," I begged without waiting for permission to
speak.

There was so response but I felt the table move a bit. I felt my arms ropes
move and then a touch on my shoulder. I didn't understand it at the time,
but it was the heel of a foot. I felt the back of my head begin grabbed and
lifted and was delighted to have it pulled back down into a delicious and
wet pussy. I didn't need any prompting as I began to service the tasty
treat laid before me. The flavor was familiar, yet different. I heard a
moan I didn't recognize from the night in the sorority. This was not
Heather and I was pretty sure it wasn't Julie. But who was it?

Heard the high heels once again and then felt the tape being pulled from my
ass. The vibrator was pulled out. I felt empty. It has teased me enough. I
wanted more. What I got was the vibrator now pushing insistently against my
ass. I relaxed and let it slip inside of me. I then felt the vibrations
increase and another strip of tape being applied.

I heard the heels move away from the table. Whoever I was eating seemed to
be enjoying herself and I was certainly enjoying the renewed attention to
my backside. I refocused my attention to the very wet pussy pressed against
my mouth. Its owner was moaning and obviously appreciative of my efforts. I
felt a dildo pushing against my own pussy. Was the other person wearing a
strap-on? I decided not because I didn't feel her legs pressing against
mine. This was a semantic debate however because the plastic invader still
felt wonderful. With my mouth occupied and both my holes being pleasured I
knew I could cum soon even if my clit wasn't able to get as much attention
as I usually required. My only prayer was my tormentor would allow that to
happen.

Our scene continued for several minutes. I worked diligently on making the
girl in front of me climax in an effort to earn my own and eventually she
did. The sounds of womanly pleasure rocked my dining room and then I heard
her move off the table. The girl behind me was still fucking my pussy and
the vibrator was still buzzing my ass. With my mouth now free of its juicy
bond, I began to moan as loud as the other girl did. I began to chant "Fuck
me. Fuck me harder." to my assailant. I felt her slow and then pull the
dildo completely out of my now gaping pussy. "Nooooo," I moaned. Should I
have expected any less from Julie? Of course not. Was I surprised? Not
really. I wasn't surprised at all until after just a few seconds she pushed
the dildo back inside me and resumed slamming it in and out. Almost
instantly my orgasm washed over me. It wasn't the huge, soul quaking kind I
had so many of last weekend. It was definitely smaller in scope. Nice but
not great. I think it was my body reacting to her tease and taking what it
could when the opportunity arose.

After I calmed down I felt the ropes being untied. I felt two hands on my
hips and I was escorted up the stairs to my bedroom. I felt elation that
they were not done with me. They put me on my bed. The rope from my right
wrist was removed. I felt them pull my arms above my head and could tell
they were threading the rope from my left wrist through my headboard. My
legs were not touched, but my right wrist was quickly tied back to the
rope. Immediately I noticed a change. The rope was not taught. In fact I
had at least 6-9 inches of play. I wondered why?

I heard a vibrator, probably the one which had been in my ass turn on. I
then felt it slide effortlessly into my pussy. I hoped they had the good
sense to wash it. I then heard them walk out the door and heard the click
of the light switch. I was alone. I strained to hear them as they walked
down the stairs. I did discern the click of Julie's heels on the hardwood
floor again, but I didn't hear the door. My worry about where they went was
short lived as the buzzing in my pussy began to work its magic. I tried to
hold my legs together to force more pressure against the pleasure tool. I
tensed and relaxed my body in an effort to please myself. My wrists would
come down almost even with my face as I strained to maximize the pleasure I
was feeling.

My hands came together and it took a moment for me to realize I had the
power to free myself. My arousal built as I feverishly worked on the knots
to extricate my hands. I tired of holding my hands above my head so I
rolled over on my belly so I could work on the knots in a less stressful
position. Without having eyesight it was a great challenge. My arms were
more relaxed now which helped. A side benefit was my new position also
forced the vibrator deeper into my now very happy pussy. I knew I must be
soaking my sheets as I tried to get free. My clit was finally getting the
attention it desired as the nub of the vibrator was just outside my pussy
and now was being pushed right against my joy spot.

I must have been a sight as I humped my hips against the bed and tried to
untie the ropes at the same time. Finally I felt the tight knot begin to
loosen. The vibrator had done its job and I could feel my body building to
the size of orgasm that had eluded me on the table. It was going to be a
big one. The ropes finally gave way and I quickly freed my right hand. The
rope was still tied against my left, but I was able to flip over onto my
back and pull my hands down in time to grab the base of the dildo and start
fucking myself just as the monster cum crashed over me. With the vibrator
in my right hand I pinched my nipples with my left. Pulled the vibrator out
of my pussy I pressed it with as much force as I could muster against my
clit and held on for dear life.

I must have screamed obscenities loud enough to wake the dead and I felt
like I was going to pass out. I don't know how long I lay in a puddle of my
juices soaking the bed. It could have been 15 minutes or it could have been
an hour. Eventually I peeled myself up and tried to stand. My hands went to
the blindfold so effectively held by the tape. It didn't budge. I knew I
had scissors in the kitchen so I gingerly and slowly made my way down the
stairs. I had to move slowly as I never tried to walk without sight
before. It was maddening. Eventually I found my way to the kitchen drawer
and found my scissors. I slowly cut the tape free making sure to not cut
either my skin or my hair and then I slumped into a kitchen chair thankful
that my ordeal was finally over. Or was it?

I still wasn't sure the girls were gone so I made a quick inspection of the
house. I found no evidence of them in the dining room or living room. Not
even a note. I took a quick tour of the house but I found
nothing. Graduation was over. The school year was done. Julie was gone. Now
what was I going to do?

I went to bed that night but was restless. I resisted the urge to
masturbate because I was afraid the images of me helplessly submitting to
Julie and Mrs. Forrest would rule my thoughts. Even though I'd now had two
glorious days of women controlling me and giving me the best orgasms of my
life, I didn't want to admit to myself this was the lifestyle I would
follow.

The first week of summer break was the toughest. My support structure of
friends always breaks down in the summer and I was spending too much time
alone with my thoughts. Going to Boston and picking up a guy had no
interest to me anymore. In week two I did make the trip, but it was to a
lesbian bar I found on the Internet. Maybe it was a slow night, but nobody
there really interested me. My dreams during this time were frequently
about Julie. I would wake up and find my panties soaked. Finally I went
back to the lesbian bar and let myself get picked up by a young girl. She
must have been over 21 to be in the place, but she looked 18. We had sex at
her apartment. It was nice. I had missed having somebody touch my body for
two weeks, but it wasn't the same. The next week I found myself in a
different bar hoping to find someone more like Julie or Mrs. Forrest. This
time I let an older woman pick me up, but the result was the same.

The woman knew what she was doing and I did cum a couple of times. So did
she as I did my best to pleasure her, but it wasn't the same thrill as when
I was "forced." I was distraught. I began searching alternative dating
websites and underground newspapers hoping to find what my body and soul
were craving. There were plenty of offers available, but none seemed quite
right and honestly I was scared to meet anybody that way. Then a
nondescript envelope came in the mail. It was addressed to Professor
Cumsalot and postmarked Chicago. I knew that was where Heather and her
family lived. My heart soared even as I wondered what my mail carrier must
have thought.

My pulse raced as I began to read the letter. It wasn't signed and there
were no clues as to who sent it, but I knew it was her. It read, "Dear
Tammy. By now you probably are going crazy trying to find a source for what
you need. It can be provided for you, but you must agree to see our program
through to the end. Our program lasts one week. You must agree to follow it
completely for that time. Failure to complete the program will be met with
strict disciplinary actions. During this time you will have no contact with
family or friends. This is the only time this offer will be extended as is
good for the next 24 hours. If you agree to our terms, send an email to..."

The letter concluded with a generic sounding Hotmail address. I read the
letter a second time and then a third. My pussy was wet. One week. One week
in Chicago or here? One week with Mrs. Forrest, Heather or both? My
curiosity was pegged at 100%, but it was also scary. I'd been unwilling to
meet anybody from the Internet, yet I was seriously considering responding
positively to an unsigned letter with no return address. I read the letter
a fourth time. I masturbated. I came. I put the letter down and walked
away. An hour later I masturbated again. That night I dreamed of Heather
and her mom. Once again I woke with damp sheets and drenched panties. I
sent the email.

 

Chapter 04
 

I sent the email agreeing to the terms of the offer. One week. Complete
submission. No question asked. And then I waited. The offer letter didn't
specify what would happen next. I knew I only had a few hours before the 24
hour deadline in the letter to respond. Did I make it in time? I spent the
day at home waiting for a reply. I felt like a high school girl waiting by
the phone for a boy to call. I turned the speakers on my PC all the way up
to alert me the moment I got an email, but each time it beeped I found only
spam.

I read the offer letter several additional times and I masturbated
furiously thinking about Mrs. Forrest and Heather. I was starting to feel
desperate for a reply. That night I didn't sleep well at all. I tossed and
turned. I remember looking at the clock on my nightstand and watching the
minutes click by. Finally about 4am, I think, I fell asleep for a few
hours. The first thing I did upon waking up was check my email. I really
had to go to the bathroom, but I needed to know.

My heart soared when I saw I had a new message from the strange Hotmail
account. The message was short and to the point. In just under two weeks on
the first Monday in August, I should expect a FedEx letter sent priority
AM. I was to follow the instructions. I should be prepared to leave quickly
upon receiving the instructions. I should pack light, no more than a
carry-on. I should not expect to be home until the following Sunday. I was
not to tell anybody of my plans. Failure to follow any of the instructions
would result in revocation of the offer.

The letter continued that a substantial investment was being made in my
offer and that if I did not complete the tasks assigned to me I would be
billed for the expenses. There was still no indication of the source of
this offer but in my heart I knew it was Mrs. Forrest. The email concluded
with the instruction not to masturbate or have sex until instructed. Once
again I had 24 hours to agree or the offer would be void.

My heart sank when I read that. I'd already begun getting aroused when
reading the email and my hand was already in my panties. How would I make
the 12 days before the offer begins without relieving myself? Once again I
had doubts this was a good idea, but once again my lust overcame my
rational mind and I sent an email agreeing to the terms.

It turns out, that was the easy part. The hard part was waiting. For the
next two weeks I was alone with my shameless thoughts wondering what I had
agreed to do and without an outlet to relieve my growing anxiety. Somehow I
knew that if I started masturbating I'd never be able to stop and that
Mrs. Forrest would know I had disobeyed her. She seemed to know everything
about me and exactly what I was feeling. She would know I had pleasured
myself. I tried to do whatever I could to distract my brain from thinking
about the offer. I went away for the weekend hiking in the Adirondack
Mountains to try and clear my head, but the peace and solitude was no match
for my fantasy fueled hunger.

I returned home frazzled and in great need of an orgasm. By the end of the
two weeks I was an emotional wreck. I had packed a small bag with a week's
worth of clothes, toiletries and sundries. I was sitting in my living room
wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. I had received an email with a tracking
number the day before. My letter was on the truck for priority delivery. It
would be here soon. I was on pins and needles waiting. I kept checking the
tracking number on the Internet but all it said was "out for delivery." As
always these days it seemed my pussy was wet even though I had not touched
it. I waited and waited staring out the front window.

Finally at 8:15 I saw a FedEx truck pull up. A handsome driver jumped out
and sprinted to my door. He was holding my letter. He rang the doorbell. I
was already waiting and opened the door at the same time. I signed his
electronic pad and he was off. My hands were shaking as I held the
letter. This was it. This was what I was waiting for. I tore open the
envelope. There was a single typed page and a key.

"At 8:30 am a limo will arrive at your house. It will take you to Logan
Airport. This key is for a locker in the American Airlines departure
terminal. Follow the instructions in the locker. You will need to bring 8
quarters with you."

That was all it said. I slumped into my chair. Where was I going and why
did I need to bring change?

I looked at my watch. It was now 8:20. I took a deep breath and then got up
and went around the house making sure all the lights were off and the
windows were locked. I then went to the bathroom. By 8:25 I was ready. I
was so anxious that I was waiting on my front porch when the limo arrived
right on time. It wasn't a big stretch job, but it was a comfortable
Lincoln. The driver seemed pleasant enough. I was watching him carefully
for any signs that he knew what was going on but apparently he was just
hired to drive me to the airport. I tried to sit back, relax and enjoy the
ride, but my level of excitement grew with every mile.

We reached the airport just before 10. I hoped I had time to get through
security and make my flight. I carried my bag, the letter and the key into
the airport. I took me a few minutes to find the bank of lockers. I located
the proper one and slid the key into the lock. I heard the lock click open
and took a deep breath before opening it. Inside were a leather carryall
and an envelope. I looked around before pulling the bag out of the
locker. I felt like somebody must be watching me.

I pulled the bag out and grabbed the envelope. I took it to a nearby chair
and sat down. I didn't open the bag right away. Instead I opened the
envelope. It was more typed instructions.

"Tammy," it began. "You don't have a lot of time." Great I thought.

"In this bag are your clothes for the first leg of your journey. Take your
carry-on and lock it in the same locker this bag was in. Leave your house
keys and purse too. Bring only your ID, some cash and a credit card. Change
into these clothes. Inside the bag you will find another locker key. Find
that locker. Inside the locker place this bag and locate an
envelope. Follow the instructions inside."

I'd come this far and there was no hesitation in my mind to continue. I put
my bag in the locker and used 4 of the quarters I'd brought. At least I now
understood what they were for. I looked around for the nearest women's rest
room and went inside. I went into the handicapped stall so I'd have more
room to change. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like what was in the
bag, but my simmering pussy told me to keep with the plan.

Inside the bag were clothes which were definitely not regular travel
clothes. I did my best to hurry up and change since the note said time was
of the essence. Up top was a white silk blouse. It was a size too small so
it fit very tightly. There was no bra in the bag which I knew meant the one
I'd worn to airport was staying here. The blouse hugged the curves of my
breasts like a second skin. Although my nipples were soft at the moment, I
knew any show of stiffness would be clearly visible. Egad. The skirt was a
very stretchy Lycra material. It was black and it only reached the middle
of my thighs. I was thankful that a frilly black g-string was provided. At
least I wouldn't be totally unprotected although the g-string would not
hold back any wetness. I had to struggle to get the skirt zipped
shut. Although the material stretched, it was tighter than anything I'd
ever worn. I couldn't see my butt, but I was sure the skirt was hugging the
curves of my ass much as the blouse was hugging my boobs.

Looking in the bag I also found a pair of black thigh high stockings and
black leather pumps. I groaned a little when I saw the stockings. As tight
as the skirt was I didn't think I could get the stockings on. I should have
put them on first, but I was loath to take the skirt back off so I
struggled a bit and got the stockings in place. Thus dressed I put my old
clothes in the bag and headed for the door.

Finding the second locker proved to be a challenge. The letter didn't say
which airline bank the key belonged to. I didn't know how much time I had
but I knew I was in a hurry. I'm sure I made quite a sight jogging through
the airport as fast as the heels would allow going from airline to
airline. At least I knew the locker wouldn't be past a security
checkpoint. Finally I found a match for the key. Inside was another
envelope.

"Tammy, you are doing well. Put the bag in the locker along with the key
from the first locker. Inside this envelope you will find cab fare and a
train ticket. You are to proceed with haste to the Amtrak station. The Lake
Shore Limited leaves at noon. If you didn't take too long changing, you
should just make it. You will receive instructions on the train."

This was getting stranger and stranger. I expected a flight to Chicago. At
least "Lake Shore" sounded like a train that would go there. I quickly
stored the bag and checked the envelope. There were two $20 bills and a
ticket. I sprinted through the airport doors and went down to the cab
stand. The dispatcher looked me up and down, no doubt wondering why I
didn't have any bags. I felt my nipples start to harden under his
gaze. Could he tell what I was doing?

The cab driver seemed a little confused why I wanted to go to the train
station, but a fare is a fare so off we went. I studied my watch the entire
way. I did not know how early you had to be to catch a train so I was
worried as we weaved our way through Boston's surface traffic that I was
going to be late. My nipples had remained hard since the dispatcher looked
at me. Apparently my body didn't know I shouldn't be excited by having to
jump through all these hoops.

We made it to the station with precious little time to spare. Once on the
train a porter directed me to a sleeping car assigned to my
reservation. Apparently my mystery benefactor wanted some privacy. This was
a good thing as far as I was concerned. My two weeks of celibacy had driven
me crazy. Soon she would be here to cure me of my need to cum. I sat down
and waited.

The train left right on time. Score one positive over air travel. I found a
route and schedule book and found out that the train would take 22 hours to
reach Chicago. Score one for air travel. I waited in my room staring out
the picture window as the countryside rolled past. I waited patiently for
my mistress to arrive, but she didn't. As was the case for the last two
week my mind raced with naughty thoughts. My pussy was wet and my nipples
were hard. I wanted desperately to service myself but all I could think
about was Mrs. Forrest being in the next room waiting to hear my moans of
pleasure and then bursting in to discipline me. I was beginning to think
that was a pretty good plan when I heard a knock at the door. Was she
finally here?

I opened the door to find a pleasant looking woman wearing an Amtrak
uniform holding a medium sized box.

"Tammy?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"This was delivered to the ticket office before we left. Sorry it took so
long to bring to you. We're always busy when we leave the station."

"No problem. Thank you."

She smiled and handed me the package. I looked at her again. Her nametag
said Susan. She was a few years older than me but still quite
attractive. As I had started to do whenever I met someone I glanced down at
her hand to see if she was wearing a wedding ring. Nope. I don't know why I
did that as I was spoken for, at least for this trip, but it had become a
bit of a habit and I couldn't help myself. She continued down the hall and
I closed the door and sat down.

I tried to slow my beating heart as I looked at the box. Again no markings
or return address. I tore the package open. Inside were two envelopes and
two smaller boxes. These instructions were starting to get annoying. The
envelopes and boxes were both marked number 1 and number 2. I opened the
first envelope.

"Tammy, congratulations on making it this far. You are proving yourself
worthy. Inside box one you will find a couple of toys for tonight's
entertainment. Don't open the boxes yet. I want you to try to relax for a
few hours. Get some lunch and explore the train. Then come back and take a
nap if you can. At 6pm I want you to go to dinner. Before you do, open box
1 and follow the instruction. Once that task is complete, you may open box
2. Tomorrow morning you may open envelope 2."

I got the sinking feeling Mrs. Forrest wasn't on the train. Then the
thought hit me that she must have somebody on the train making sure I was
following instructions. It could be anybody. Was it Susan, the porter who
brought me the box? Was it the porter who checked me in? The conductor? It
could be anybody. I had to sit down again and steady myself. It also took
all my willpower not to pull off the skirt and give myself the orgasm my
body was craving.

Despite my desire to fuck myself, I had a greater desire to prove I was
capable of following orders so I stood up and left my room without opening
either box or the other envelope. My attire was still
inappropriate. Everyone I met was dressed very casually for a long
trip. Without fail the guys I passed in the narrow corridors of the train
cars were staring at my nipples, my legs or my ass. As we would turn
sideways to pass each other several made sure not to move all the way over
so they had an excuse to rub against me. One woman acted the same way. Was
she the spy? She was beautiful. I hoped she would be checking on me again.

In the dining car I had lunch with an elderly couple off to see their
grandkids in Milwaukee. Apparently with the limited number of tables people
are asked to eat with each other. They said they preferred the relaxing
train travel to airports. They were retired and didn't care about the time
required. Neither seemed too put off by my clothes which pleased me
although the wife did ask if I was cold. We had a pleasant conversation the
kind you never would have on an airplane. After eating lunch I excused
myself to further explore the train. There was a bar car which was open,
but empty at this hour. Above the bar was a sightseeing lounge. The top of
the car was a Plexiglas top so you could see all around. Granted we were
not in a particularly scenic area at the time, but that didn't stop most of
the seats from being filled. I went back downstairs. The male bartender was
watching me closely and asked if he could get me a drink. I declined and
asked him if there was anything else worth seeing. He told me not really so
I decided to head back to my sleeper.

My private room was about 6 feet by 9 feet. A prison cell really. But there
was a couch which folded out into a bed, a private toilet, a tiny closet
and AC power. If you had laptop with you that would come in handy. There
was also a loft which folded down making a bunk bed. It wasn't great but it
sure beat sitting in one of the regular seats for 22 hours. I slumped down
on the couch watching the miles roll past and tried to rest. My pussy
continued to be insistent that I give it some attention, but I fought to
ignore it.

Eventually I began to tire so I did as the instructions suggested and lay
down for a nap. I woke up a little past 6. I hoped there was nothing
magical about meeting that deadline. I made a quick pit stop in the
bathroom and then straightened out my clothes so they didn't look slept
in. Then I opened box number 1. I had been hoping for something fun and I
wasn't disappointed. Inside I found two tapered butt plugs. There was one
small one and one medium. I also found a set of black Ben Wa balls. I'd
seen silver ones before but never black. That intrigued me. I also found
two small rubber bands like an orthodontist would use. Of course there was
also a note.

"Tammy, I hope you've been a good girl. If you have you will soon earn your
reward. I'm sure you can guess where the plug and the balls are to be
placed. The rubber bands are for your nipples. I'm sure they would be hard
anyway, but I want to be sure. After you insert the plug and the balls,
pinch your nipples if you need to get them to full hardness. Then wrap the
bands around each one twice. Put your skirt and blouse back on and go to
dinner. Enjoy yourself. Flirt with whoever you eat with. After dinner go to
the bar car and have a good time. I don't want a report that you went back
to your room before 11. When you do return, you may open box number 2. Have
a good night. And remember... no orgasms without permission."

As usual I reread the instructions several times. What I took away was a
five hour tease with my nipples on prominent display for the other
passengers. I would be humiliated. It was also exciting to say the least. I
quickly stripped out of my clothes. My pussy was glistening in anticipation
and it took all my willpower not to plunge my fingers into its wetness. I
started with the butt plug. I looked at both trying to decide which to
choose. I wondered why I had been given a choice. The smaller one would
certainly be less uncomfortable. But the bigger one would prove my
loyalty. I chose the big one. Thankfully there was a tube of lube in the
box which aided the insertion. I don't know if I'll ever really get
accustomed to penetrating myself in this way, but at least it was getting
easier as I got more experience. I put the other plug and the lube back in
the box. I wasn't going to need the lube for the balls. My pussy was plenty
wet.

I popped the black metallic balls into my mouth to warm them up a bit. From
there it was a quick transfer to my waiting pussy. I felt wonderfully full
having both my front and back occupied. I stood up and felt the balls
shift. I had to quickly move my hand down to keep one from popping out. I
guess I was too excited. I held one hand in front of my pussy while I
retrieved the tiny g-string and slid it back on. It wouldn't catch much
moisture, but at least it would keep the balls from escaping.

As the note suggested would be the case, my nipples were already hard. But
"just to be sure" I took the opportunity to pinch them as I had been given
permission to do. In truth this was really to pleasure myself, but since it
wasn't breaking the rules, I did it. I looped the first tiny rubber band
around my left nipple. It was a challenge to wrap it the second time. When
it snapped into place an electric shock rocketed through my body. The pain
I would later experience had not started yet so I quickly banded the other
one. Again it took all my emotional strength not to lie back down and get
myself off. I could tell already that tonight was going to be torture.

I put the skirt and blouse back on. As expected, my nipples could not be
missed. Even looking at myself in the private mirror made me blush. How
embarrassed would I be in public? I could feel the heat from my pussy and
feel the moisture on my thighs as I struggled into the form fitting skirt
again. I looked at myself in the mirror once again. All I could see was a
slut on the prowl. It was now 6:30.

The walk to the dining car was torturous. The heels were not so high as to
be a problem in themselves, but the rocking motion of the car made the trip
difficult. The balls were also moving all over the place distracting my
attention. When they would bounce against the thin membrane separating them
from the butt plug I would swoon. I began to question whether I could
complete this task. Everyone I passed was my mistress' potential spy. I
tried to smile and act normal, but I'm sure I failed. In the dining car I
was paired with a young couple. They were married and looked about 23 or
24. "Damn," I thought. "They're in my prime hunting group."

Diner was agonizing. It wasn't that they were not lovely people and good
conversationalists. They were. She was a sweetie and he kept staring at my
tits. We talked about a wide range of subjects but I really couldn't
concentrate. Every bump which came through the rails was transferred
directly to my plug. Several times I gasped at the shock. The balls also
continued to dance with the rocking motion of the car. I made the excuse
that the food didn't agree with me and that I was feeling sick but the
whole time I was dreaming of this couple taking me back to my room and
raping me. I knew the back of my skirt was flooded with my juices and I had
to wait for them to leave first before I could slink out guilty to the bar
car. I hope the waiter had the good sense to wipe my seat before the next
group sat down. I didn't look back to check. I was too embarrassed.

As you might have guessed the bar car was packed. Fortunately the couple I
had dinner with was not there. I didn't want to continue our
conversation. I'd have never made it without bringing them back to my
room. There wasn't anywhere to sit at the moment so I made my way to the
bar. Susan, the porter I'd met earlier, was working behind the bar. She
greeted me warmly and I ordered a white wine. She brought me a glass and as
she was pouring I caught her staring at my nipples.

"Air conditioning," I said as I dropped $5 on the bar and turned
around. There were still no seats available so I made my way to the
observation car. There was one open seat upstairs so I took it and began to
sip my wine. The alcohol helped relax me a little, but the bouncing and
rocking motion were still unnerving. I found that the second level of the
car rocked more than the first. The rubber bands were totally unnecessary
too. I know my little buds would still be just as hard. I closed my eyes
and let the sensations wash over me. I was aroused beyond belief. I looked
at my watch. It was 8pm. I had three more hours to go.

When I finished my wine I walked back downstairs to get another
glass. Susan served me once again. I didn't think she bought my air
conditioning excuse but I didn't care. The bar was a little less crowded by
now so I forced myself to stay downstairs and flirt. I really just wanted
to go back upstairs and let the motion of the train be my foreplay. But
that was not my destiny. I looked around for another single woman. At least
if I was going to flirt it could be with a girl. Unfortunately all the
women were already attached to other guys. There were a few single men so I
forced myself to strike up a conversation with some of them. Their attempts
to pick me up were pathetic although they all liked the show my nipples
were giving. As we stood rocking back and forth one even managed to wrap
his arm "innocently" around me as the train took a big bump. He shot me a
look of complete surprise when his hand came back wet from my ass. I knew
it was time to get away from him so I just shook my head and quickly
retreated back to the bar. Thankfully he took the hint and did not pursue
me. Susan served me another glass of wine and I went back upstairs.

It was now after 9 and as the sun set, the observation deck cleared out
pretty quickly. Soon I was left on my own free to think my nasty
thoughts. I was floating in and out of consciousness rocking with the train
and thinking about Mrs. Forrest when I heard someone behind me. I snapped
back into the present and turned to see Susan coming up the stairs holding
the bottle of wine.

"Hello Miss. Sorry to disturb you," she said.

"No problem," I replied.

"You had not been downstairs for a while so I brought you a refill," she
said waving the bottle.

My glass had been empty for quite some time. In fact I wasn't even sure
what time it was so I asked.

"It's about 11:30. We're closing up downstairs so this is last call."

"Thank you," I replied.

I held up my glass and she began to pour. Once again she was staring at my
nipples. When she finished she held the bottle up in front of the light.

"There's only one glass left. Finish that one up and I can kill the
bottle."

I quickly downed the glass and just as fast it was refilled. I wondered if
she was trying to get me drunk. I wasn't wasted but I was feeling
good. Shockingly she asked me about my nipples and the way I was
dressed. She told me I had been the hot topic of conversation in the bar
that night. I must have turned five shades of red, but in the limited light
she probably didn't see. The alcohol and hours of teasing had lowered my
inhibitions. I quickly drank the last glass and then made a full confession
about what was happening.

Susan sat down and listened to my story. I held her full attention as I
described my entire day and even the three toys I had hidden beneath my
sexy clothing. She told me she thought what I was doing was incredibly
exciting but that she could never do something so bold. She said she was
divorced now and had not had a relationship in quite a while. Just then we
hit another big bump and the balls and plug once again came together to
make me gasp.

"Sorry Susan," I said. "That damn plug again." I saw a longing in her eyes.

"I've never had anything in my ass before. I don't think I could do
that. It's dirty."

I told her that was what I thought until a few months ago but really it was
very stimulating. We hit another bump and this time I moaned. See stared at
me as if she was trying to decide if I was nuts or if she should be getting
turned on. I did see some growth under her blouse, but her bra was doing a
fine job of keeping things under wraps. I saw in her a woman who needed to
break free of the social bonds holding her back much like I had been that
first Saturday with Julie. I thought of something I wanted to do for her.

I asked her how long she had to work tonight. She said as soon as she
finished in the bar she was done. I asked how long that would be and she
said maybe 15 minutes. I told her I'd be right back.

I handed her my now empty glass and began to stagger toward the stairs. The
decent was tricky with the alcohol now joining my trio of heels, plug and
balls making every step an adventure. The bar car was empty as was the
dining car. Everyone seemed to have crashed for the night. As I moved
through the two passenger cars separating the car with my room from where I
was I saw a few people still reading, but mostly everyone was asleep. I did
see the man who put his hand on my ass still awake and he gave me a look as
if he was asking if I changed my mind. I just shook my head again. He might
fancy himself a player, but it wasn't my game he was playing.

Back in my room I opened box number 1 and grabbed the small butt plug and
the lube. There was a small plastic bag in the bathroom so I put the plug
in it and began to stagger back to the bar. If I'd taken the time to think
about what I was doing I'm sure I would have stopped. What kind of woman
gives a complete stranger a butt plug as a gift? I'm sure my highly aroused
state and the wine were clouding my judgment, but when I found Susan
closing up the bar I joyfully handed it to her. She peeked inside and then
looked at me with shock.

"It's the only spare I have with me. I want you to have it," I told her. In
retrospect that must have sounded really weird, but in my mind it made
perfect sense.

Susan didn't say a word. I think she was searching for what to say. But I'd
made the commitment not to cum until after 11 and since it was already well
past and I was ready to open box 2, I spun around and hightailed it back to
my room without waiting for her comment. I flung myself onto the bed. The
sofa had been turned down by a porter sometime during the time I'd been at
the bar. I hope he didn't look in the box. I hadn't thought of that when I
retrieved the plug for Susan. Damn, I must be getting quite a reputation on
the rails.

I hurriedly opened box number 2 and a broad smile spread across my face. I
looked down into the box hoping to find some kind of erotic implement that
would relieve my two weeks of frustration. What I found was that and a
whole lot more. Of course there was an envelope. I was sure it contained
instructions. I only hoped it didn't contain an admonition to further
abstain from cumming. I was relieved that the first sentence told me that
for the rest of the night I was allowed to cum as much as I wanted. In
fact, the writer said she was sure I would. I looked at the contents of the
box. It was much bigger than box number 1. I found leg cuffs, curiously
with a hook attached to the short chain between the cuffs. I found a roll
of pink bondage tape and a long strap. I found an inflatable penis
gag. That looked nasty. I found a white extension cord. Weird. I found a
heavy duty blindfold with a strong buckle. What is it about her and
blindfolds? I found a box which contained handcuffs. That didn't surprise
me, although when I read the label I was surprised to find that they had a
built in timer. The last item was a Hitachi Wand vibrator. Now I understood
the need for the extension cord as this toy was AC powered. I picked up the
note.

"Tammy," it began. "You are doing great. It is time for your reward. I want
you to strip out of your clothes. Next pull out the plug and balls. Be sure
to clean them as you already know you must take care of your toys. Take
care of whatever needs you have in the bathroom. If you chose, you may
reinsert the plug and balls. It is up to you."

I was shaking as I read my latest instructions. I decided to complete these
beginning tasks before reading the rest. The plug was pretty foul when I
pulled it free. I was grateful for the private bathroom so I could wash it
without anybody else seeing me. The balls were easier. After my holes were
finally free of their tormentors I began to get a hollow feeling. I'd had
that uncomfortable hunk of plastic up my ass for 6 hours. I should have
been happy to be free of it, but in a perverse way I missed it. I decided
to use the facilities before deciding whether to reinsert the plug. I
figured I should probably read the rest of the instructions too before
making that call. Bodily functions complete, I washed my hands and went
back to the box. The instructions were quite clear as to how things should
be done.

Step 1: Wrap the strap around the end of the upper berth near the
window. Make sure it is tight.

Step 2: Plug in the extension cord and run it over to the lower berth.

Step 3: Attach the leg cuffs to your ankles.

Step 4: Use the bondage tape to wrap your legs and thighs together.

Step 5: Place the wand so the ball end is directly over your clit. The body
of the wand should be taped to your thighs.

Step 6: Take the handcuffs out of the box. Read the instructions and set
the timer for 15 minutes. Do not put them on yet. This is a safety step to
make sure the timer works and that you know how to set it.

Step 7: Insert the gag inflating it until you are full, but not stressed.

Step 8: Test the wand. Turn it on for no longer than 30 seconds.

Step 9: Wrap the blindfold around your forehead so it is ready.

Step 10: When the cuffs reopen and you know they work, prepare for the
final steps.

Step 11: Reset the cuffs for no less than one hour. If you think you can
handle more, feel free to set the time for longer.

Step 12: Hook your legs on the strap around the upper berth.

Step 13: Turn on the wand.

Step 14: Secure the blindfold.

Step 15: Secure your hands behind your back.

Step 16: Cum your fool head off.

Step 17: Thank me later.

Heck, I almost came just reading the instructions. I was about to bind
myself to a powerful vibrator which was not going to run out of power. How
great was that? My clit was already so sensitive I bet I would come just
from testing the wand. I quickly made the preparations shown in the
instruction. If I followed the hand drawn diagram, my legs would be in the
air, but my back would be on the lower bed so it shouldn't be that
uncomfortable. I looked at the handcuffs as the timer counted down from 15
minutes. Did I dare set them for longer than one hour?

I tested the wand. I practically doubled over as I came almost the moment
its bulbous head began to buzz against my clit. The relief I sought for the
past two week and especially tonight in the bar and observation car washed
over me. I should have been happy and just gone to sleep, but instead my
orgasm only fueled my lust higher.

I put in the gag and pumped it up until it filled my mouth. I remember
thinking if I ever had found a guy this size maybe I would not have given
him up for girls. Looking back down at my tape bound legs I decided
probably not. The girls who started me on the path that put me in this
position had far more power over me than a guy with a big dick and made me
cum so much better. I affixed the blindfold so it was ready to be used. And
then I waited.

My preparations had taken less than half the 15 minutes required for the
handcuff test. I could have turned on the wand and had another cum. I'm
sure it wouldn't have taken any longer this time. But I didn't. I tried to
be good and follow the instructions. It was maddening to watch the time
count down. I was ready to begin, but the cuffs were not. As I watched the
numbers tick away I had the realization that I'd never last an hour with
the wand turned on. I came immediately the first time and as the
anticipation built to the cuffs opening again I realized just how long 15
minutes was. An hour with the power on would be far too much for my poor
body to take. I was even scared to go for 30 minutes. I decided to reset
for 15 minutes again and if I made it that long without issue, I would add
15 minutes until I couldn't take it anymore. That seemed
sensible. Certainly Mrs. Forrest would understand.

It has been said that a watched pot never boils. What I was experiencing
was watched handcuffs never open. Finally the timer reached all zeros and I
heard a click. I tested the lock and the cuffs swung open. I reset the
timer to 15 minutes and made my final preparations. I never had any doubts
as I turned on the wand and pulled down the blindfold. Instantly the room
went dark. The instructions had not said to turn the room light off so I
didn't. With my legs suspended from the top bunk I knew my ass would be
visible through the window. But the train was sailing along at over 70mph
and it was the middle of the night. Even if somebody did happen to look at
my window the fleeting glance would be minimal. I hooked the first cuff
around my left wrist. Before I could hook my right one behind me I came
again. I screamed into the gag as a powerful orgasm took me. I tried to
catch my breath, but I could feel another climax building. I howled again
into the gag.

I almost decided against cuffing my hand and turning off the wand. But I
had to see this through, at least for a quarter of the time. Before my
rational mind could protect me, I pulled my wrists behind me. It was a
struggle, but finally I heard the ratchet click shut around my right
wrist. I came again.

Along with the sounds of the buzzing wand and the click on the train on the
tracks, my body continued to build and release a series of orgasms. They
were not huge ones. The wand prevented that kind of tease and build up. But
they were fireworks inducing cums and my brain was on overload. I twisted
back and forth as the wand worked its magic. I had another small orgasm and
then another. I was glad I was wearing the gag as without it I would have
woke the entire car.

I was unable to hear the handcuff ratchet in my orgasm induced fog. The
buzz of the wand and the train prevented that. I was pulling my wrists
furiously waiting for the moment of my release. My clit was sore and I
think I was getting dehydrated from all the juice I was spilling around
that damned wand. Finally I felt the cuff release and I quickly freed my
hands and turned off the wand. I'd managed to drive myself crazy with lust
in just 15 minutes. Thank God I had not set it for 60.

I lay back on the bed trying to calm down. A series of aftershocks caused
my body to continue to convulse and I continued to enjoy the afterglow of
great sex. Finally I calmed down enough to remove the blindfold and unhook
my legs from the upper birth. I sat up on the bed swinging my tape bound
legs to the floor. I looked at the wand still taped over my abused
pussy. Did I have the courage to submit myself to another 15 minute round?

As I was pondering that question I noticed two new boxes and an envelope
sitting on the floor. I knew they were not their when I put the blindfold
on. Somebody had been in my room. I began to shake. I didn't bother to
remove the tape. I carefully hopped off the bed and grabbed the
envelope. Looking at the note I noticed this one was hand written. It was
not typed like the others had been. The handwriting was very neat. Elegant
would be a better description and decidedly feminine.

"Very disappointing that you chose to set the timer to 15 minutes. A good
submissive must follow all orders without question. I would have rescued
you before you reached your threshold and rewarded you. Now you must be
punished. Failure to comply will be the end of your journey."

I was crestfallen at my foolishness for not trusting her. I read the rest
of the note.

"In the small box is an electrical timer. Plug the extension cord into
it. Then return to the bed. On the handcuffs select 240 minutes, the
maximum setting. This time leave the blindfold off and turn out the
lights. Turn on the wand's switch and cuff your hands behind your back as
before. In box 2 are clothes for you for tomorrow. There is a fresh change
of underwear, blue jeans and a shirt. Depending on how you perform tonight,
we will continue when we get to Chicago or you will go home."

The note left no uncertainty that if I chose to just go to sleep sexually
happy now, I'd be going home tomorrow. Could I live with that? I'd had a
great adventure, but was I giving up the opportunity for more? I opened the
small box and looked at the timer. It was a light timer with a slider for
1, 2, 3, and 4 hour settings. There was also one marked R. The slider was
taped in the R position. I looked at the back and there were simple
instructions. There was a sensor which turned on the light when it got
dark, hence turning off the lights. The R setting turned the timer on and
off at random intervals. Knowing what I did about timers, I knew this was
designed to turn your house lights on and off at different times. I could
hardly last 15 minutes and this timer looked like an hour was the minimum!

I noticed the screws on the back of the timer had been tampered with and
there were scrape marks at the edges. Had this timer been modified? It took
me about 10 minutes to finally decide I had to trust my mistress and hook
up the timer, turn out the lights and resecure myself to the bed. I had
flipped the wand's switch, but it did nothing. I guess the timer was
waiting to decide I'd "come home."

Without the blindfold I could watch the darkened countryside fly by. It was
now 1am and I knew my wrists would be cuffed until at least 5. Unless, of
course, my mistress took pity on me and removed them early. I then had the
thought that I didn't see in the handcuff instructions how to reset the
timer to release them early. Well it must be possible, I decided.

I watched the world roll by and I thought about my mistress. The rocking
motion of the train had my clit moving ever so slightly against the ball of
the wand. Certainly not enough to get me off, but enough to realize it was
there. My legs were getting tired of hanging above me. I both dreaded and
prayed for the timer to turn the wand back on.

As I lay in wait, my mind drifted to all of the sexual adventures I had
throughout my life. Even without power to the wand my pussy was moistening
in anticipation. I was thinking nasty thoughts as the pressure on my clit
held my lusts inflamed. The room's alarm clock now read 1:15. I'd made it
another 15 minutes in bondage but instead of 7 or 8 orgasms, I was just
teasing myself. I definitely preferred the other way. By 1:30 I was
starting to feel desperate again. Alone with my thoughts in a dark room my
mind wracked my body with lust as the slight movement on the wand which had
initially been an annoyance by 1:45 was driving me crazy.

At 2am I decided I understood what the punishment was. The timer had been
modified all right. It didn't work. I had bound myself for 4 hours with no
way to free myself, get myself off or even stop the damn wand from teasing
me. In frustration I started to cry, although no sounds escaped from behind
the gag.

I must have eventually fallen asleep. I was having a particularly nasty
dream about being used in my classroom by a bunch of students. They had me
spread naked on my desk. While two girls on either side of me slapped my
tits, a third was between my legs with that damned Hitachi Wand. They made
no effort to hold me down and I was making no effort to escape them. The
pain in my nipples was shooting down my torso making a direct connection
with the vibrations in my clit causing me to cum over and over again. The
girls were just laughing at me as I total lost control under their knowing
hands. I didn't know how I got in that position or what power they held
over me, but they were definitely in control of when and how I could
cum. They made me beg. They made me pledge to eat all their pussies. They
were driving me crazy with lust. And then I felt a big bump and woke
up. Damn, I was just about to cum again too :-(

I looked at the clock. It was just 3am. Two hours to go until I could
unplug that damn timer and use the wand myself. I could feel my pussy was
much wetter than when I fell asleep. As the train bounced the head of the
wand was now sliding over my clit. When we would pass a crossing or some
other light source I could see my pussy glisten in the night. Then it hit
me. The euphoria I was typical of what I felt post orgasm. I must have
really cum in my dream. Oh how this woman affected me.

I closed my eyes again hoping to fall asleep, perchance to dream again. My
body was exhausted and the rocking motion of the train working like I was a
baby in a crib, I soon fell asleep again. Again I was transported, but
instead of to my classroom to my office. There, instead of being naked on
my desk, I was in a business suit. A different student was in my desk chair
with her legs spread. I was on the floor paying homage to her pussy with my
tongue. Another different girl from my first dream was behind me. She had
my skirt bunched up around my hips and was fucking me in the ass. She had a
thick black strap-on. It was much bigger than anything I'd ever had in my
pooper but as she drilled me for all she was worth I encouraged her to fuck
me harder.

In my dream she told me that she had "just what a slut needs" and picked up
the wand sitting on the floor. My dream self begged her to use it and use
it she did. The girl I was servicing came in my mouth as I was cumming on
her friend's cock and as the wand was unrelenting on my clit. I came so
hard I passed out. My dream self hovered above my office as I watched the
girls take a picture of my splayed body unmoving on the floor, laugh to
themselves and leave. I watched myself sleeping on the floor until another
bump woke me up. It was now 3:45. The occasional light coming through the
window confirmed what my senses already knew. I was wetter than the last
time I woke up. The post orgasmic glow had returned as well. When I
climaxed in my dreams I must have climaxed in my bed.

I wondered if I could go three for three in the erotic dream department. As
my pussy leaked more and more juice, the rocking motion of the train
increased the amount of pleasure the ball of the wand was giving my
clit. Even awake now I could feel the pressure building in my body to
another climax. I tried going back to thinking my naughty thoughts as I had
done when I first tied myself up. But that wasn't enough to get me over the
edge. Something was happening in my dreams to lower my threshold to
climax. It was now 4:15. I was in a funk because I couldn't make myself
cum. I tried to make myself fall asleep, but that really never works. I
kept opening my eyes every couple of minutes. By 4:30 I decided to ride out
the last half hour by looking out the window. And then it happened. The
wand miraculously turned back on. It must have been doing that when I was
dreaming.

It was then I realized when I'd been dreaming of the girls using a wand on
me it was really happening. I opened my eyes to confirm that it wasn't just
a dream this time. The world was still flying past the window but my hips
were flexing off the bed trying to get the wand to contact my clit with
more pressure. The realization that the wand was working its magic for real
was enough to send me over the edge again. It was a smaller climax, but
even a small cum is a good cum. Almost as soon as it turned on, the wand
turned off again. This time the delay between sessions was
decreased. Apparently the modification to the timer mechanism resulted in a
long delay at the beginning and decreasing delays the longer it was plugged
in. I stared at the wand wondering when it would turn on again. Even though
I'd just had a little orgasm, my lust was not sated. I looked at the
clock. In just a few minutes the handcuffs would release and I could take
matters into my own hands. The wand turned back on.

This time I felt a good orgasm building. It didn't hit and run like the
last one. The upside? I could tell this orgasm was going to be much
better. The downside? I didn't quite make it before the wand turned off. I
looked at the clock again. Release was closer. The wand was still just long
enough for me to calm down a bit before it roared back to life. Almost
instantly my orgasm fog returned as I went right up to the edge of
release. The wand turned off, but my humping hips were keeping just enough
pressure on my clit to make me believe I could cum again. I struggled
against my bonds to keep the pressure where I needed it, but it was to no
avail. If I wasn't so exhausted I might have had the strength to tense my
body enough to get home. But in my current state I finally had to give
up. I knew that the wand would turn on again soon or the cuffs would
release. Either way I'd be able to do myself properly.

The wand came back on just as I felt the cuffs click. Although I could have
released my hands I decided to ride out one last cycle on the wand. Using
all my remaining strength I thrust my hips upward. The resulting change in
position pushed the bulbous head of the wand directly on my clit. My heart
sang with joy as the orgasm I'd been chasing finally arrived. Again I
screamed into the gag. I was glad I was wearing it as would have certainly
disturbed my neighbors. I wondered again if my mistress was in the sleeper
next to me listening. I expected her to burst through the door as I
continued to moan into the gag and hump the wand as best I could.

This time the timer cycle kept the wand on longer, it seemed. Perhaps this
was to guarantee the wearer they would wake up as the four hours were
up. Perhaps it was just diabolically random. Either way after the current
cycle ended I extricated my hands from the cuffs and rubbed some life into
my wrists. I then lowered my legs from the upper bunk bondage. My legs were
sore as was my pussy. The tape holding the wand was saturated, physical
evidence of my wild night. I began to remove the tape, but in my weakened
state I decided to forgo releasing my legs. I hopped out of the bed. It was
a struggle to unplug the Hitachi Wand, but eventually I succeeded and then
managed to fall back onto the bed. My hands cradled my pillow as I fell
asleep.

As tired as I was, had it not been for the sunlight streaming through the
picture window no doubt I would have slept right through the 9:45 arrival
time in Chicago. Now that would have been embarrassing if the cleaning crew
found me bound on the bed. I would not have been able to explain that
one. My eyes began to focus. It was 7:30. I'd only managed a little over 2
hours of sleep. Looking at my room it was trashed with boxes and sex
toys. Although I now craved sleep as much as last night I had craved sex, I
decided a quick clean up of the room and breakfast was a better plan. I put
the bondage toys and the wand back into their box before opening the box
which had promised new clothes for today. I had a mixed sense of dread and
anticipation over what today's style would bring. Yesterday's was naughty
and humiliating enough. I did not anticipate today would get any easier. I
was sort of wrong.

The box contained new underwear. Regular cotton panties and a black bra
which actually fit correctly. It accentuated me without being as revealing
as I anticipated. I also found a pair of blue jeans. They were a little
tight, but the made my ass look good. I imagine anybody walking behind me
will appreciate the cut. Next came the shirt and this was the part I was
right about. It was just a white t-shirt. There was nothing inherently bad
about the shirt until I read the lettering. In bold black print were the
words, "I never liked flies..." I didn't know where this was going but the
position would be directly across my breasts. I turned the shirt around and
on the back were the words, "... until I opened one."

That was it. The shirt basically said I liked giving oral sex. Although I
know the shirt was referring more to giving a blowjob, I decided given my
recent history it could also refer to eating out a woman. I bet nobody else
would think that, but hopefully most people would only see one side and not
the other.

After dressing it only took a few more minutes to finish packing. I was
ready to arrive in Chicago. I still had about an hour so I decided to go to
breakfast. I knew I was meant to be seen in this shirt but sitting in my
room was not an option my mistress would have ordered so I made my way to
the dining car. I passed a few people but none seemed to take notice of my
shirt. I actually got a table by myself this time. I guess everyone was
preparing to arrive. My new friend Susan was working and brought me a
menu. I knew I looked exactly like I felt. I fucked out mess of a
woman. She had been the last person to see me last night and she knew I had
sex on the mind then. I had no doubt she would connect the dots. As it
turns out, she was the first one to comment on my shirt. After she took my
order she discretely whispered in my ear that she liked my style. I got the
distinct impression she was thinking I'd like to open her fly. I watched
her as she worked the room. I noticed a hitch in her step I had not seen
the day before. She looked uncomfortable as she walked.

When she brought me my food she said I looked like I had a good night. I
told her she had no idea. For some reason it was easy to be bold with
her. Like yesterday when I opened up to her, I for some reason felt
comfortable asking why she was walking so funny. Her expression changed
quickly. She appeared skittish and looked around to see if anybody else had
heard the question. She then leaned close to my ear and whispered
again. "I'm wearing that plug you gave me."

She then stood up and walked away. I watched her as she went, suddenly not
interested in my food. I picked at my meal but my thoughts were distracted
by the woman I had corrupted. The dining car was thinning out pretty
quickly as we got closer to our destination. Susan appeared at my table
again to ask if everything was fine with my meal. I waved my hand for her
to come closer. This time I whispered. "So how is it?"

Once again she skittishly looked around before answering. "It's driving me
mad. It's great, but I didn't plan this well. I put it in before work, but
now I can't take it out. I've got nowhere to put it and I know it's going
to be dirty. I can't risk getting caught washing it in a public bathroom."

I looked at her with sympathy and thought for a moment. "Do you have a
Ziploc bag?"

"I can get one from the kitchen," she replied.

"When we get to the station, take the Ziploc and your purse into the
bathroom. Everyone will be leaving so nobody will bother you. Put the plug
in the Ziploc and seal it up. Heck you could double bag it. Put it in your
purse and clean it when you can."

Yesterday I couldn't believe that I gave her the plug. Now I was telling
her how to use it at work. What a naughty girl I was. Susan nodded as if
she understood and turned to walk way. I put my hand on her ass. Although
it didn't show under her loose fitting uniform, I could feel the base of
the plug. She froze in her tracks. I gave her a little pat on the tush and
sent her on her way. I then finished my breakfast and went back to my room
for the final 15 minutes of the ride. As I was finally exiting the train a
very excited Susan caught up to me on the platform. She pulled me out of
the crowd and again whispered to me. "I did what you said. I was so wet
from wearing it I had to make myself cum in the bathroom. I feel so alive."

I looked at her in the eyes happy she'd had a good experience. I thought
seriously about inviting her to meet Mrs. Forrest, but I decided against
it. That might be too much for the first day of her awakening. I'd tell
Mrs. Forrest, of course, about her. I was sure they could meet up another
time.

I wandering into Union Station not sure what to do. I assumed Mrs. Forrest
would be waiting for me, but I didn't see her. I walked into the Grand
Hall. The architecture was stunning. I kept moving slowly around the
station complex, but still nobody made contact. I was starting to
worry. For over an hour I wandered the station. Besides Amtrak, Union
Station serves Chicago commuter rail trains. Even at that time trains were
constantly arriving and departing. People were walking everywhere from
trains, to trains, to buses, out to the street. I knew someone could be
following my every move and I wouldn't notice. Finally I heard my name on
the overhead pager.

"Tammy W... Professor Tammy W. Please meet your party near the Amtrak
lounge at locker 100."

It sounded normal enough, but I recognized the inclusion of the locker
meant I had more instructions to worry about. Otherwise the page would have
just said meet at the Amtrak lounge. The only problem was I didn't have a
key. I was sure that must have been taken care of so off I went. It took a
couple of minutes to get back to the Amtrak area. It was pretty deserted as
there were no trains leaving soon. There were a few people hanging
around. I looked at the bank of lockers, specifically number 100. The key
was still in the lock and it was unlocked. It opened when I tried the
door. Surprise, surprise. There was an envelope.

I opened the envelope. I was getting tired of this game. Inside was another
Amtrak ticket. It was for the Empire Builder leaving for Seattle at
2:15. There was also a note. It was hand written. Although also feminine
and elegant, the handwriting was not a match for the one I received on the
train earlier. This one was signed Mistress Lisa. I guess that was
Mrs. Forrest's first name. It told me she would meet me on the train, but
that I should get out and enjoy the city for a few hours and then we would
be together.

I wasn't thrilled with getting back on the train. I looked up the schedule
and found the trip to Seattle was 46 hours long. That meant I'd be captive
for at least that long. That thought instantly I got wet. I checked my
watch and then followed the throng of commuters up an escalator and out of
the station. I had no clue where I was. I was along a river. The Chicago
River perhaps? The crowd was crossing a bridge and heading into a maze of
office buildings. As I watched the parade of people pass I suddenly had the
feeling that everyone could see right through me and knew exactly why I was
in town. I was standing on the sidewalk holding a box of sex toys and
wearing a suggestive t-shirt. Walking around the city didn't seem like such
a good idea anymore so I went back into the station.

I ended up finding a bench along a wall and sitting down. I figured this
way nobody could read the back of my shirt. With hours to kill before my
next train, my mind was free to wander back to sex. I tried to spot
somebody watching me who I would recognize as being on the train from
Boston. I tried to spot Mistress Lisa arriving for the next train. I
thought about my pussy. I thought about Heather and Julie. I thought about
the sex dreams I had the night before. Basically I was getting myself hot
and bothered in public again. Finally it was time to board the new train.
Within a few minutes I was checked in and found my bedroom and home for the
next two days. Mistress Lisa was not there, but two big suitcases were. She
was on the train. I sat down and waited. My panties were soaked and I knew
I'd get off as soon as either my mistress or I touched my clit.

"It would be soon... It would be soon..." I kept telling myself. The clock
counted down the minutes until departure. The train began to move. I was on
my way again.
 

Chapter 05
 

I sat in the sleeper car waiting for my mistress to arrive. I wish my hands
had been bound because the temptation to masturbate was becoming
overwhelming. Lisa must have been on the train since her luggage was
here. I wanted to go and look for her. I wanted to give my leaky pussy
attention. I wanted to drop to the floor and worship my mistress. But none
of that could happen right now. I could only wait until she decided it was
time.

Leaving the station I watched the city give way to the suburbs as we
traveled into Northern Illinois. We stopped in a town called Glenview. It
was a brief stop to pick up a few passengers. After we were moving again,
finally the door to my room opened and Mrs. Forrest, oops, Mistress Lisa,
walked in. She was carrying another bag. It looked heavy. She stood in
front of the bed and looked down at me. Immediately I assumed the
submissive posture she had told me a good slave must always use when in the
presence of her superior. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her
smiling.

We sat across from each other on the room's two couches. She had me tell
her every juicy detail of the last two weeks. She did not order me to touch
myself. I was disappointed. Mistress Lisa, however, seemed pleased with my
progress. I asked her who had been watching me on the first leg of my
trip. She told me a friend of hers, Judy, had been on the train giving her
progress reports. I asked if Judy was still on the train and she said no. I
told her how tired I was from not sleeping well the last two nights. She
told me not to expect much rest for the next two days, but that I should
take a nap now until dinner. Coyly I told her I was much too horny to
sleep. I hoped that would inspire her to use me for her pleasure.

"You really are a hot pussied slut, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes mistress. I'm a hot pussied slut. Your hot pussied slut," I replied.

"That's the difference between you and me," she said. "I'm in control of
myself. I could easily go the next two days without sex. You can't make it
the next two minutes."

I bowed my head submissively. She was right as always.

"You need to rest. I have big plans. I guess you'll have to cum first. Take
your clothes off."

I jumped off the couch and quick as a flash I stood gloriously naked before
her.

"Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head," she commanded.

My pussy was wet and ready and my spread legs insured her easy access. The
position of my arms pulled my breasts up. They were standing proudly before
her. My nipples, like my pussy, betrayed the level of my excitement. I
stood waiting for her. With a single fingertip she casually touched the
nipple of my left breast with her well manicured nail. The shock wave raced
through my body. I'd been craving her touch since the moment she'd walked
out of my dining room on graduation day and now I was getting it.

She slowly ran her fingernail down over my stomach. I knew where it was
headed and I was mewing in appreciation. But at the last moment it took a
left detour and bypassed my clit. She moved her nail down onto my outer
thigh. She could tell I was dripping in need as her tantalizing finger made
a loop and headed back up my inner thigh. I was shaking in need as it
approached my pussy. Oh please let that be my destination. I knew I could
cum easily if only she would let me.

But her finger didn't give me what I wanted. At least not yet. She began
making slow lazy circles around my pussy. She'd go just over my clit. Her
nail was close enough that my clit would pulse in anticipation of contact
only to be let down as it circled just outside my labia. Around my pussy
and then back over the edge of my clit. Each time my body tensed in
anticipation that this time she was going to rub my clit, push her fingers
inside me and make me cum. My mews of pleasure had turned to whimpers of
frustration. Of course Mistress Lisa seemed to be enjoying herself and the
control she had over me.

"Is there anything you would like to say to me?" she asked.

If my mind had any capacity to think instead of focusing on the feelings
between my legs I probably would have confessed to some infraction of the
rules in the past 2 weeks. Instead all I could do was break down and beg
her to let me climax. Whether that was the answer she was really looking
for or not I don't know. I do know she plunged three fingers into my pussy
while she rubbed my engorged clit with her thumb.

My body's reaction was instantaneous and predictable. My mistress held her
hand still and ordered my to fuck myself on her digits and I came
forcefully while standing in the middle of the room. My naked body was on
display as we pulled into the next station to anyone who bothered to look
in the window. My legs were getting weak as I did a sensuous bump and grind
on her hand riding my orgasm for all it was worth. When it was finally over
I fell backwards onto my couch. Mistress Lisa had a smug smile of
satisfaction on her face. She had me and she knew it.

My mistress pulled a blanket out of the closet and wrapped it around my
still convulsing body.

"Sleep now my pet. You need some rest. I'm here to take care of you."

I felt warm and safe as she said those words. I watched as she left the
room but soon after I was asleep. My nap was still punctuated by erotic
dreams much like last night was, but without the wand working its magic, I
didn't wake up climaxing. The fact that my body was exhausted probably had
something to do with that too. When I did finally wake the sun was
setting. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30. Mistress Lisa was sitting
on the other couch reading a book. She looked up when she heard me stir.

"Have a good nap, sleepyhead?" she asked.

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"Good. You should have plenty of energy then. I don't know about you but I
am hungry."

"I am too mistress," I said.

"Well you can start with an appetizer," she said smiling.

I watched as she stood up an unzipped her skirt. She wasn't wearing any
panties and her pussy looked wet as if she had been playing with herself
while I slept. My lust for her touch had not abated since I rode her
fingers a few hours ago. I practically leapt out of the bed and was quickly
between her powerful thighs. As I serviced her she told me that she had
missed me. That she had other women willing to serve her at home, but that
I was special. In my mind I was wondering if other women served both her
and her daughter, but I said nothing. I remembered one of her rules was
slaves were not to speak unless they were first spoken to.

My mistress must have been playing with herself as I slept because she came
much quicker than I remembered. I was proud of myself nonetheless as she
showered me with her affection. She tasted wonderful. I'd grown to love her
taste and I had a warm feeling of satisfaction from having performed
satisfactorily. My own pussy was stirring with a need for attention. Now
that my mistress was happy, I hoped she would give me more pleasure.

Mistress Lisa announced that it was time to go to dinner. Since the dining
car would be closing soon, we'd be having sandwiches in the bar car. I was
sure that was part of her plan because she could show me off and humiliate
me more standing around a bunch of guys. When she opened her suitcase to
reveal a plethora of sex toys and pulled out a remote vibrating egg, I knew
my assumption was correct.

First she tested the remote. The egg sprung to life humming quietly, but
forcefully. She did allow me to warm it in my mouth. She buzzed it against
my teeth briefly so I could feel its power. Then she ordered me to slide it
into my pussy. As wet as I was, that was no challenge. Immediately I
entreated her with my eyes to "test" the egg again, but I knew she
wouldn't. She wanted the first time it turned on inside of me to be in
public so she could enjoy my reaction more.

I wondered if she would allow me to wear panties or whether I'd be
struggling to keep the egg inside me all night. After rooting around in her
suitcase for a moment, she pulled a lacy panty out. Handing it to me I
couldn't miss the large bulge in the front about the size of two AA
batteries.

"Well you didn't think your pussy was going to have all the fun did you?"
she snickered.

I felt the panty begin to vibrate as I slid them up my leg. I looked at my
mistress and she was holding a second remote in her hand. Of course she
turned the panty off before I positioned the bulge over my clit. I was
starting to get the impression this was going to be a long night.

Surprisingly, at least to me, she had me put my jeans and t-shirt back
on. The oral sex inspired t-shirt wasn't a surprise, but I figured she
would want me in a skirt or at least shorts. Apparently easy access to my
nether region wasn't part of her plan. We headed to the bar with me
following two steps behind her. With each step I waited for my twin
vibrators to turn on, but neither did.

As I predicted, the bar car was full with men outnumbering women about 2 to
1. As on my leg from Boston, all the women seemed attached. It seemed like
only single men were there without companionship. Mistress Lisa took
possession of a table as a couple left and dispatched me to the bar to get
drinks and a menu. There was not a great selection of food, but it would
sustain us. The entire time I was standing at the bar I was tense waiting
for the egg or panty to turn on. I kept looking back at my mistress, but
she seemed distracted people watching. I imagined she was looking for the
best person to humiliate me in front of. Either that or she was sizing up
potential hook ups. I returned with our drinks. Following her rules, I
didn't say anything.

We ate in silence. Was she testing me to see how long I could go without
talking? She dispatched me for a second drink. This time as the bartender,
a handsome young man, was passing me the drinks, Mistress Lisa ever so
briefly fired up both vibrating toys. I know I jumped and then they were
off. The bartender didn't seem to notice. I guess the motion of the train
makes people do funny things. I shot an "I didn't appreciate that" look at
my mistress, but of course she was laughing. And of course I really did
appreciate what she did and she knew it.

We left the bar and took our drinks upstairs to the observation car. It was
already pretty empty as the sun was setting. In fact there were only other
girls sitting upstairs. We took a seat in the row behind them and across
the aisle. As soon as we sat down the egg and panty sprung to life.

My mistress would allow me a few minutes of pleasure before turning off the
toys. She was completely in tune with my arousal. I knew her intention was
to tease me, probably to the most opportune moment for me to humiliate
myself by cumming in public. And I loved her for it.

Every once in a while some guys would come up stairs. They'd try to hit on
the college girls (both were wearing University of Wisconsin clothing) but
soon they'd be shot down and walk back to the bar. Interestingly none of
them gave us a second look. I knew we both looked hot, but I guess the guys
thought they stood a better chance with the youngsters.

I was seriously hot and bothered. Of the two girls sitting in front of us
one kept her attention forward and out the windows. The other was sitting
along the glass and she kept looking over her shoulder at Lisa and me. The
more she looked, the hornier I got. I knew I was shaking slightly every
time Lisa turned on the vibrators but I didn't think the girl could
tell. The fact that she was a college student made my lust boil. I began to
fantasize that this girl knew what was going on.

This went on for about 15 minutes. Lisa would turn on the toys and the
other girl would turn to look at me. Her eyes were boring hole into my
soul. She couldn't possibly know what was happening, unless of course
Mistress Lisa had clued her in, but how? We had not been separated and we
never talked to these girls. I suppose Mistress Lisa could have met her
while I was taking my nap, but that seemed like a long shot.

I watched as the other girl got up and walked downstairs. I guess she
needed another drink or needed the bathroom. Mistress Lisa turned both toys
on high and then loudly announced she was going to get us more drinks. As
she stood and started to move toward the stairs I expected the toys to turn
off, but they didn't. "My God," I thought. "She's going to make me cum in
front of this girl."

I must have let out a tiny moan at the realization as the girl now shifted
in her seat so her back was resting on the window and she could look
straight at me. She introduced herself as Cathy. I said my name was
Tammy. I tried to carry on a conversation with her. She was 20 years old
and going to UW Madison. Her friend was 19 and downstairs trying to find a
guy to buy drinks for them. I told her my friend would be happy to buy
drinks assuming Mistress Lisa would love to get a pair of coeds drunk and
take advantage of them. Cathy told me they were going hiking in Glacier
National Park and that they were meeting a group of their friends from
school.

My lust was getting higher and I knew my orgasm was about to peak. Although
I wanted to cum I was also hoping Mistress Lisa would come back and spare
me the embarrassment of doing so in front of this innocent young thing. I
fought back the urge to cum as long as I could and then I tried to cum
without moving a muscle. I know I closed my eyes for at least 10 seconds. I
don't know if Cathy could hear me over the din of the train. The assumption
and resulting humiliation that she knew I'd just cum fueled my very
satisfying climax. And then the vibrations stopped. I opened my eyes to see
Lisa holding two more glasses of wine. She was smiling. Cathy's friend had
returned also holding two beers. As she sat down Cathy returned to facing
forward and not a word was spoken between our two groups.

I was silently panting sitting in a pool of my own juices as my mistress
handed me the wine glass. She knew what had just happened. I'm sure it was
part of her master plan. Mistress Lisa sat back down next to me. I
introduced her to Cathy and Cathy introduced us to her friend, Jeannie. We
talked for a while about nothing in particular. Every so often Mistress
Lisa would give me a jolt from the toys hiding in my jeans. Usually it was
when I was saying something to maximize my embarrassment. I knew Cathy had
watched me cum and pretty much assumed she knew why. Jeannie seemed
oblivious to the subtext of what was going on. I wondered how long it would
be before Mistress Lisa forced me to cum again in front of them.

Before too long, Jeannie had drained her beer and began to stand. She was a
bit wobbly, but that didn't deter her from staggering to the stairs in
pursuit of another drink. As she stood I felt the familiar buzz begin
again. As I expected, this time it didn't stop after 30 seconds or a minute
which had been Mistress Lisa's pattern. I let out an audible sigh as I
realized she was going to force me to further degrade myself in front of
this coed.

Once again Cathy turned to watch as it was obvious from my facial
contortions and low volume moans and whimpers that I was going to repeat my
earlier performance for her. I didn't look at Lisa but I am sure she was
smiling triumphantly. I did look at Cathy. Once again she was staring
directly at me intently watching my every move. I did my best. I really did
my best to hold back. Maybe if I could make it until Jeannie reappeared my
mistress would have mercy on me. That is what I told myself. I didn't
really believe it, however. When Mistress Lisa hit my arm with her elbow
and told me to knock off trying to hide what a slut I am, the dam burst.

I exhaled like a snorkeler returning to the surface and let out a loud
moan. I buried my head in my hands against the seat back in front of me and
lost all control of my body. I'm sure Cathy would have like to see my face
at that moment and I'm sure Mistress Lisa wanted me to show off, but I
couldn't. My body was shaking and I needed all the support from the seat I
could get. To nobody in particular I yelled "God yessssss. Fuck me."

My head was rocking back and forth and my butt was bouncing on the chair. I
was so tired of trying to hide my arousal that when the order came to "be
myself" my body's natural instinct took over. I didn't care that a stranger
was watching me. My body needed its release and if this is what it was
going to take, then so be it.

When I finally looked up, I'm sure I looked haggard. Cathy was
clapping. "That was incredible," she said. I started to open my mouth to
speak, but Lisa answered for me.

"My slut really needs to learn more self control. She's always begging me
to be allowed to cum. It really is quite embarrassing."

She was embarrassed? That was a laugh. I was the one who should be
embarrassed by her continued pleasure in making me squirm and climax in
public. But for some reason, my humiliation at having two orgasms in front
of Cathy was tempered by my mistress talking about my lack of control so
openly. It was if since I didn't have any say about what was happening to
me I didn't have any responsibility either. It was just like Julie had said
during her presentation which started me on this path of submission. I sat
back and listened as Mistress Lisa explained to Cathy our relationship.

I wasn't surprised when Lisa invited Cathy back to our room so I could
"service her properly." I was a little surprised when Cathy said Jeannie
wouldn't understand and that she couldn't leave her. That sounded like a
lame excuse to me. Cathy did say she would like to see me cum again and
asked Mistress Lisa if she would allow that. I was sure I was about to feel
the insistent vibrations of the remote controlled toys in my pussy and on
my clit. Fortunately Jeannie began clanking up the stairs, two more beers
in hand. I thought that meant sanctuary. It did not. As she passed us I
felt the vibes turn on. Jeannie sat next to Cathy and handed her a
beer. She refused, but Jeannie didn't seem to mind. She was clearly pretty
drunk already. I don't think she even noticed Cathy continuing to stare at
me.

Once again I had to try and hide my true emotions. Both Cathy and Lisa knew
what was happening and seemed to take pride that I was trying to hide from
Jeannie. Both women could tell I wouldn't last too long this time. Lisa
excused herself to go downstairs again. I guess she didn't want to be
around if Jeannie figured out what was going on and freaked out. Cathy was
still staring. I turned in my seat to better face her. I decided that if
she was going to watch, I was really going to give her a show. That and the
fact that my nipples were rock hard and demanding attention gave me the
courage to lift my shirt and show her my tits.

She smiled at my new found exhibition and I saw her lick her lips as I
began to squeeze and tug on my nipples. The new sensation quickly pushed me
to the brink. I looked at Cathy with pleading eyes. I knew Lisa's intention
was to have me cum again, but my body had been conditioned to wait for
permission. I mouthed the word "please" to Cathy. She nodded. She
understood. She mouthed back "cum for me slut." I did.

The strength and duration of my orgasms was building with each successive
climax. For this I was grateful. Once again I humiliated myself in front of
this young girl as I lost control of my body and shamefully came in front
of her. I'm sure I was giving her a thrill too. This time I had cum before
Mistress Lisa came back so the vibrators didn't stop. My clit was already
so tender that the vibrations became very uncomfortable. I prayed my
mistress would return soon and give me some relief.

Fortunately she did come back. Unfortunately my relief was not first on her
agenda. She was carrying two bottles of beer which she delivered to Cathy
and Jeannie. I don't think any words were said, but I did notice a small
slip of paper being passed to Cathy. The girls thanked her for the drinks
and she sat back down next to me. Again I gave a pleading look, although
this time it was relief of a different kind. Lisa nodded and the vibrations
stopped.

The four of us sat in silence. Cathy read the note and I saw her nod her
head. Soon after Lisa yawned, stretched and announced she was heading to
bed. As she was standing, she tapped me on the leg. I took that to mean I
was to follow her. As I turning in the aisle away from Cathy and Jeannie, I
saw Cathy mouth the words "see you soon." I gushed in my panties again.

As we walked back to our room, I sheepishly asked Mistress Lisa if I could
ask her a question. I knew I was not supposed to talk unless she first
talked to me, but I had to know what she wrote on the note she gave to
Cathy. Thankfully she didn't seem upset. She told me that the note offered
my tongue to service Cathy if she was interested. I now understood what her
reaction of "see you soon" meant. I would soon have my mouth plastered on
her pussy. I smiled.

When we got back to the room, the first thing Mistress Lisa had me do was
strip. She then did the same. I knew it was only a matter of time before I
also would be going down on her. My mouth was salivating at the prospect of
tasting her flavor for the second time tonight.

I watched as Mistress Lisa began searching through her sex toy
suitcase. She returned with a pair of chrome handcuffs. I immediately put
my arms behind my back in anticipation of her binding me. She did
not. Instead she told me to hold out my hand as she held the cuffs aloft
for my inspection.

"These cuffs are special. See this lever?" she asked. I looked at the
locking mechanism and there was a small bar which stuck out by the
ratchet. "Now watch," she said as she snapped the cuff onto my left
wrist. I got a little wetter as I heard the click of the ratchet. "These
are safety cuffs. There is a key, of course, but you can also release them
by pressing the bar down. Here try it."

I watched as she pushed the bar. I then applied a little pressure against
the cuff and they released. I looked at her questioningly.

"When the time is right, you'll know what to do. Now let's get you ready."

"Yes mistress," I said.

Getting me ready was putting the handcuffs on with my arms behind my
back. She then had me test whether I could get out of them which I
could. This pleased my mistress. I didn't know what her plan entailed, but
I was glad to be a part of it. I thought of the young blonde who would soon
be in our room. She probably had no idea she was walking into a trap.

My wrists were secured behind my back again. Mistress Lisa told me they
were to remain that way until "it was time and she gave me the signal." I
didn't understand, but I figured everything would make sense
eventually. Mistress Lisa then pulled a set of leather wrist and ankle
cuffs out of her bag. "First the cuffs and then these," she said putting
them back in the top of her bag and pulling the zipper shut. I nodded.

Mistress Lisa then sat down so she was facing the door. She indicated that
I should lay over her lap, which I joyfully did. She began to give me a
spanking. It wasn't playful, but it wasn't a hard punishment spanking
either. It was somewhere in-between. I later realized it was designed to
add color to my cheeks. I realized this when I heard a knock on the door.

Satisfied that my ass checks were the proper shade of pink, she had
positioned me between her legs to eat her pussy. My hands were still cuffed
behind my back so I had to force my face tight against her happy spot to do
my job. That also meant my tenderized ass was sticking straight up when
Lisa responded to the knock with a simple "come in."

I wish I could have seen the look on Cathy's face. She knew I was
submissive to Lisa, of course, but I doubt she was prepared to be greeted
by my red ass and cuffed hands spreading my cheeks. I did that on my own
once I realized we were going for a bit of shock value. I imagined her
mesmerized by my asshole winking at her. I didn't hear the door shut right
away. I assume she was trying to decide if she should really join us or if
she was over her head. Finally I heard the door shut and sensed her walking
behind me.

"Welcome Cathy," my mistress bade her. "I'm glad you decided to join us. My
slave was just telling me how much she wants to lick your pussy. I had to
spank her to remind her that I always come first."

My face was still buried between Lisa's thighs, but the pause in the
conversation before Cathy responded reinforced my belief that she wasn't
100% sure of our games yet. That excited me. Not long ago I was in her
place and it would be fun to initiate another woman to my mistress' flock.

"My slave cannot service you if you don't take off those clothes my dear,"
I heard my mistress say. I didn't hear an immediate reaction but eventually
I heard a zipper. Soon after I heard a moan. I took a peak upward and could
see that my mistress' eyes were focused on the other couch, not on me. The
moan was not hers. It came from the other side of the room. Cathy must be
masturbating to the sight of me pleasuring Lisa. This made me more
determined to give her a good show and to give my mistress a nice juicy
cum.

I went back to giving her my full attention orally, but also wiggled my
butt a bit for Cathy's benefit. This continued for a few minutes until I
heard my mistress tell Cathy not to make herself cum, that I would handle
that. I noted silently that my mistress had not cum yet. It surprised me
that she would not have taken her own pleasure before sending me across the
room on my knees to the naked coed. I soon understood when I deciphered her
game.

Cathy's pussy was wet, open and ready for me. She had obviously been
fingering herself in earnest as she watched me service Lisa. At first I
dove in full force, but Lisa admonished me saying to slow down and that we
had plenty of time so not to rush Cathy's pleasure.

Cathy seemed a bit upset by this. It was probably the first time somebody
tried to control when she climaxed. I could tell as soon as my tongue
touched her heavenly nectar that she was in no mood to wait. I know I could
have had her over the edge in less than a minute. But of course I did what
my mistress ordered and put my tongue in slow tease mode. Cathy responded
my grabbing my head and trying to force my face harder against her clit as
if that would persuade me. I was not going to disappoint my mistress, so
fighting against my instinct to get her off, I slowed down my ministrations
even further. I felt Cathy shift on the bench seat and then felt a slap to
my rear.

"No teasing!" she shouted.

I'm sure that was music to my mistress' ears.

"Cathy," she responded. "My slave will not let you cum until I tell
her. Why are you in such a hurry?"

I slowed down my nibbling even further as Cathy and Lisa began having a
discussion about how Cathy had soaked her panties watching me cum in the
observation car. About how she and some of her college friends occasionally
fooled around. How she always wanted a "real" lesbian experience to find
out what it was like. They talked about other things too like Cathy's
sexual experiences with boys, her likes and dislikes, turn ons and turn
offs, what really made her cum and the like. I couldn't believe how my
mistress drew the most intimate information out of this young girl
seemingly without effort. I knew Cathy was falling under my mistress'
spell.

"Cathy, it is time for you to learn your first lesson," Mistress Lisa
began. Perhaps you didn't hear me earlier or perhaps you just didn't
understand, but the mistress always cums first and you arrived before Tammy
could finish with me."

Her game was coming into focus. I felt a tap on my behind. I took that as
an instruction to stand up. As my eyes could finally see Cathy, I was
struck by the vision of pure lust sitting on the couch. My face glistened
with her juices and her eyes looked at me with a mix of admiration and
anger for not letting her cum. But that wasn't my fault. I looked back at
my mistress for a clue as to what to do now. Apparently she had been
playing with herself as I ate Cathy. I'm sure that vision had as much to do
with Cathy's arousal as my talents.

I watched as Lisa stood up and made the short journey to the other side of
the sleeper car. Cathy was looking up at her with a mix of confusion and a
little bit of fear. I watched as my mistress grabbed Cathy roughly by the
hair and pulled the startled girl across the room. My mistress landed back
on the couch pulling Cathy to her knees and between her legs. The shocked
girl had not made a sound until I heard a muffled yelp as her mouth became
occupied. I took up a position sitting on the other couch watching my
mistress force the other girl to service her. My hands were still
cuffed. That was probably a good thing because otherwise they would have
been fingering my overheated pussy. I never would have been able to hold
back my orgasm.

My mistress began to instruct Cathy much like she had done to me at my
house. How playtime with her friends was now over and how she was going to
learn how to properly service a woman. How the University of Wisconsin was
less than two hours from my Mistress' house and how Cathy would be a
plaything for my mistress and her friends. Cathy was saying nothing, but
the look on my mistress' face told me everything. She had another
convert. Lisa allowed Cathy the privilege of eating her pussy for several
minutes before gushing on her face. I watched as Cathy began to sit back
up, but Lisa just pulled her back down.

"I didn't tell you to stop," she calmly said. I'm sure Cathy thought it
would be her turn now that Lisa had cum. She had a lot to learn. I saw Lisa
signal me by pointing to her wrists. I quickly released myself from the
cuffs. My mistress then pointed to Cathy. She didn't put up any fight as I
pulled her arms behind her back and snapped on the cuffs. I think her
spirit was already broken. I remembered back to the first time that
happened to me and how natural it seemed. I even felt a pang of jealous
toward her as she was getting all the attention.

I snapped back out of my memory fog as my mistress' instructions came back
to me. I unzipped her bag and retrieved the leather cuffs. I affixed them
on Cathy's wrists before removing the handcuffs. Mistress Lisa must have a
long plan for her as the leather cuffs are much more comfortable over
time. I also slid the leg cuffs over her delicate ankles. She had looked so
innocent in the observation car. Now, just an hour later, she was naked,
bound and servicing my mistress to a series of orgasms. How quickly the
world can change.

I hoped Mistress Lisa would soon order Cathy to service me, but slaves
rarely get the luxury of receiving what they want when they want it. My
mistress seemed more intent of drawing Cathy deeper into her web of
seduction. Between orgasms my Mistress instructed me to go back to her
suitcase of toys and retrieve a chin dildo. I would have preferred a
strap-on so I could have fucked Cathy, but I obeyed. I knew what my
mistress wanted without having her need to tell me. After affixing the
dildo on my face, I unhooked the ankle cuffs and lay down between Cathy's
legs. I had to push them apart a bit to get my head directly under her
steaming pussy, but once she realized what I was doing, she didn't seem to
mind. I took her hips in my hands and pulled her down impaling her with the
rubber dong. I could hear her squeal with delight into my mistress' pussy.

The harness of the dildo allowed me to get my tongue out so on each of
Cathy's down strokes I made it a point to kiss her clit. She was riding the
dildo like a mad woman hell bent on her own pleasure as well as that of
Lisa. She was juicy. I have to give her that. Her oral skills seemed good
too if my mistress' moans were to be believed. Both of them were having a
good time so I reached down and began stroking my own slit. At this point I
didn't care if I was earning punishment. I could hardly be expected to lie
still while a coed fucked herself on my face, could I?

Over and over Cathy plunged the fake cock into her hole. Over and over I
licked her clit. Over and over her juices splashed out of her leaky pussy
onto my tongue and face. Eventually my mistress came again. I couldn't see
if she gave Cathy a signal of approval, but she came right behind Lisa. The
two of them triggered my own climax as my naughty fingers gave away my
self-abuse, buried in my twat as I withered on the floor. This was turning
out to be a good night.

After our triple orgasm we rested for a while. It felt completely natural
to be sitting naked in your room with a stranger. After our breather,
Mistress Lisa strapped Cathy and I into a loving 69 and had us perform on
each other for her pleasure. As usual, I was on the bottom. As usual, I
didn't mind. I tried to hold back. I really did. But Cathy had skills and I
was turned on so I came before her. I was sure I was racking up the
punishment points.

Whether Mistress Lisa was showing me mercy because Cathy was there or
because she wasn't upset I don't know. But I wasn't punished the rest of
the night. Lisa and I did gang up on Cathy filling all three of her holes
with dildos at the same time. Lisa was clearly calling the shots, but I
didn't feel like a slave. It was more just a fun night of group sex. Lisa
maintained enough of an air of superiority that Cathy recognized not to
cross her. I maintained enough of my submissive posture that Cathy knew
exactly what I was. But nothing stopped the three of us from cumming our
fool heads off long into the night. When we finally broke the party it must
have been close to 4am. I was splayed on the bed in exhaustion as I watched
my mistress give Cathy one final deep passionate kiss as she exited our
car. I saw her whisper something and saw Cathy nod, but I couldn't make out
what she said.

When Mistress Lisa returned I expected her to bind me or make me sleep on
the floor. Instead she lovingly tucked me in under the covers like a parent
tucking in a child. In a soft voice she told me she was very proud of me
and how I conducted myself today. She gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead
and told me to sleep. I felt safe and happy and quickly fell asleep.

As tired as I was I should not have been surprised that I slept until
9:30. I would have slept later but my mistress was shaking my shoulder to
wake me. I slowly focused my eyes on her. She was already dressed and
looked radiant. How she could look that good on so few hours of sleep I
don't know. I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. While I was in
there I heard a knock at the outer door. I was still naked, of course, and
had no clothes in the tiny bathroom. If somebody came in the room they were
going to see me in my all together.

I waited as long as I could. I heard my mistress talking to
somebody. Obviously she knew I was naked and didn't seem to be rushing the
conversation. I knew that meant I was intended to be seen this way. I
proudly walked out of the bathroom. I should not have been surprised to
find Cathy back in our room. She was just hiking up her jeans back over her
hips. That was quick I thought. She'd only been here a couple of minutes.

Although last night I had not been ashamed to be naked in front of her, now
that I was the only one sans clothes it did feel weird. My mistress tossed
me a pair of jeans. I began to slide them up my legs, but before I could
button them she told me to wait. I watched as she retrieved the remote
vibrating egg and my butt plug. The plug needed some lube she thoughtfully
applied, but the egg didn't. Of course I was wet enough not to need any
assistance placing it in my velvety sheath. After I was done she had me
pull the jeans the rest of the way up. I didn't have the luxury of wearing
a panty or the pleasurable torture of the vibrating panty. Mistress Lisa
then provided me a t-shirt, thankfully it was just a solid color, blue, and
didn't have any improper words on it. I thought we were ready to go when
Mistress Lisa held up both her remotes.

I began to smile even before the egg started vibrating as I realized Cathy
was wearing the clit teasing panties. She was apparently not ready for the
sensation as I saw her knees buckle under the buzzing invader.

"OK girls, let's get some breakfast," Lisa announced as she walked to the
door.

The vibrations didn't stop until we reached the dining car. I was fine. The
egg alone was simulative but not orgasmic. At least not yet. Cathy seemed
to be struggling. The tightness of her jeans must have been keeping the
panties tight against her clit. I knew she was going to experience her
first public orgasm at any moment. I was glad my mistress was going to let
me watch.

We walked into the dining car and Jeannie was already sitting at a table
for four. Apparently she was waiting for us. Mistress Lisa sat across from
her. Cathy and I were on either side and were facing each other. The
vibrating egg turned off. I couldn't tell if Cathy received the same
reprieve. She seemed a little more relaxed. Perhaps my mistress wouldn't
make her cum in front of her friend.

Our breakfast conversation was very pleasant. We discussed the girl’s
trip and how they were excited to see their school friends again. Mistress
Lisa expertly spun a web of bullshit of why were on the train. I'm sure
Cathy knew Lisa was lying, but Jeannie bought the entire story. From time
to time mistress would buzz my egg. I could also tell every time Cathy's
panties came to life which was more frequent. Jeannie and Lisa were getting
along like old friends while Cathy and I were in a stare down as if willing
the other person to be the first to cum. Unless my mistress turned the egg
way up I knew Cathy would be going first. My only question was whether she
would make a scene as she came.

We ate our meal and chatted for probably an hour. The frequency of the egg
vibrations had become more frequent and the intensity higher. I was
definitely feeling the effects. I hoped my wetness would not soak through
the jeans and be visible. I discretely felt down the front of my
jeans. They were damp. The color of the jeans was dark and I hoped the
wetness would show.

Cathy on the other hand had lighter colored jeans so she could be in
trouble. Of course she also had the panty so at least there was another
layer to catch her flow. After we finished eating and just as Jeannie
excused herself, Cathy came. Lisa and I might have been the only ones to
notice it. I could tell she was coming hard, but she was a trooper and
other than grabbing the side of the table in a death grip, she was quiet,
stable and to the rest of the world just a girl eating breakfast. We knew
the truth, however, and even though I was literally in her shoes right now,
I felt no embarrassment for myself. Being forced to cum in public was
becoming old hat for me and I thoroughly enjoyed watching somebody else
struggle through it for the first time.

After breakfast I expected Lisa would take us either to the bar car or the
observation car for further public torment, but instead she led me back to
our room. Cathy didn't follow us, but I knew she would be along soon. Lisa
kept my happiness buzzer going and I was sure Cathy was experiencing the
same thing. She'd have to come back to our room to have it removed. The
only question was whether Jeannie would be joining her.

Back in our room Mistress Lisa stripped me naked and removed the vibrating
egg. I was both happy and sad about that development. She quickly bound my
hands behind my back. In a precursor to what my day was going to be like,
she also put knee pads on my knees. I was also collared and my ankles were
cuffed with a short hobble chain between them. Once I was on my knees, my
wrist and ankle cuffs were chained together and also attached to the
collar. Although I could wiggle, my movement was very effectively
restricted.

I expected Mistress Lisa to have me begin servicing her, but she didn't. I
had to wait on my knees patiently until there was a knock at the door. It
must be Cathy, I thought. I was right. Lisa opened the door to reveal the
young girl who obviously had continued to climax after breakfast. She
looked like she had reached the end of her rope. Lisa brought her into the
room and made a show out of lifting the remote high into the air before
click off the vibrating panties. I saw Cathy breathe a sigh of relief.

Mistress Lisa helped Cathy take off her pants. The smell from her private
region was overpowering. She definitely had been very aroused. Cathy's legs
her weak from her orgasms and she offered little resistance as Lisa led her
to where I was kneeling. When Lisa pushed her over my face, however, she
did balk.

"Lisa, I don't think I could take her eating me right now. My pussy is so
tender from your panties," Cathy whined.

"Don't worry, girl," my mistress said. "You can go back to your seat and
rest. I just want you to mark your territory."

With that Mistress Lisa forced my face into the overheated girl's crotch. I
tried to open my mouth and tongue her pussy, but my mistress seemed more
intent on having the girl's juices and scent smeared across my face. Lisa
forcibly rubbed the girl all over my face and even managed to get her
wetness on my neck and upper chest. She then told Cathy to dress and
leave. Every breath I took confirmed that I smelled like a whorehouse at
low tide. And it wasn't just Cathy's scent on my face. It was my own flavor
emanating from my pussy. Cathy left without another word. Mistress Lisa
looked down at me triumphantly.

"Well, slut," she said. "I've decided we're going to get off the train at
Glacier National Park instead of Seattle. I want to go hiking. The train
gets there about 8:30 tonight so we have about 9 hours to play. What should
we do?"

That was a rhetorical question. She knew exactly what her plans for me
were. Bound as I was, I assumed I'd soon be eating her pussy. I was
wrong. The air in the room hung heavy with the smell of female arousal. I
watched as my mistress took a position sitting on the couch directly in
front of me. I expected to be pulled into her sweet cavern of love, but
instead she began masturbating. She slowly began to swirl her fingers
around her labia and eventually began toying with her clit when it poked
its head out of its hood. My mistress didn't say a word. You might think
she would have been taunting me by telling me how much I wanted to bury my
face in her pussy and by telling me how much I yearned to service her. You
would be correct in thinking both of those thoughts. That is what I
felt. She knew it and I knew it. There was no need to say it out loud.

Watching mistress pleasure herself was torture on me. The mix of Cathy's
and my scent now had Lisa's added to the mix. I was getting light headed. I
longed to beg Lisa to let me service her, but she did not give me
permission to speak. She seemed perfectly happy to do herself. I wondered
why.

I had to kneel and watch as my mistress now plunged two and then three
fingers into her pussy. Her pussy was pink and perfect and made a sloshing
sound mixed with her moans as she brought herself nearer to orgasm. I knelt
patiently for my reward of putting my tongue in her honey pot. Eventually
she did bring herself off. Like Cathy before her, she then smeared her
flavor and scent all over my face. This was getting to be a habit I didn't
like. She then left me on the floor and went into the tiny bathroom to wash
up. I was left on the floor, my own needs unmet and my pussy crying for
attention.

When Mistress Lisa returned I fully expected her to give me some
attention. Instead, she unhooked my bindings and told me to stand. I
watched passively as she reached out and gave my nipples a strong pinch.

"Who owns these?" she asked.

"You do mistress," I responded.

"And what about this?" she questioned as she pressed two fingers easily
into my very wet pussy.

"You again mistress," I said as my knees buckled of their own volition
forcing her fingers deeper inside of me.

"Good. Now don't you forget that and get dressed."

Get dressed? Obviously my satisfaction was going to have to wait. I turned
to go into the bathroom. My mistress read my mind and chastised me
immediately.

"I didn't say you could wash your face," she scolded me.

And that is how I found myself back in the bar car, surrounded by men,
wearing jeans with no panties rubbing the front of my pussy keeping it wet,
a shirt with no bra displaying my seemingly always hard nipples and with my
face coated with the juice of two women. There was no shortage of guys
trying to flirt with us. I was humiliated beyond belief. Not only from
having to be in public looking as I did, but also because I shamefully
wanted to fuck each and every one of them. I fantasized about Mistress Lisa
throwing me to the wolves and letting them gangbang me on the table or
against the bar. I'm sure I looked as wanton as I felt. I kept praying for
Lisa to take me away before I just gave in and stripped off my clothes.

We stayed in the bar for a few hours until Lisa decided it was time to head
back to the room. We still had a couple of hours until the train reached
the park. Once again I was bound like before and once again I was wearing
the knee pads. This time, however, Mistress Lisa did pull me in close and
allow me the honor of servicing her delicious pussy. I was still not
allowed to cum. In fact she never touched my pussy at all. I was only
allowed to worship her and continually pleasure her. Around 7:45 she
finally relented and unhooked my bindings. She told me to take a quick
shower while she packed up our bags. It felt good to finally wash away the
evidence of my decidedly unladylike behavior. Mistress Lisa thoughtfully
provided some casual clothes. Nothing sexy and even gave me panties and a
bra. I felt like an actual tourist. At least until she made me carry all
the bags from the train station to the local hotel. Then I felt like her
servant girl again as I struggled to keep pace with her as she walked in
front of me.

Once we checked into our room, Mistress Lisa had me unpack our bags. I
carefully hung the clothes which needed to be hung, folded the clothes
which needed to be folded in the dresser drawer and most importantly,
unpacked all her sex toys and aligned them on the top of the dresser. There
was a smorgasbord of potential pleasure displayed. When I was done Mistress
Lisa had me draw a hot bath for her. I was jealous of her as she soaked in
the tub. She gave me the envious task of washing her. I was able to touch
her glorious body with my soapy hands and she even gave me the privilege of
messaging her neck and shoulders. Needless to say I was naked while I did
this and my arousal returned. After she finished, I dried her and we
returned to the bedroom. She made no effort to put on sleep attire which I
took as a good sign that we were going to play.

I finally received her attention, although I wished it had been more
pleasurable. Mistress Lisa sat down in a chair and told me to lie across
her lap. I didn't think I'd earned a spanking, but I wasn't about to
question her judgment. Her blows were rhythmic and methodical. She
explained that I had served her and Cathy well on the train. She said this
wasn't punishment. Instead she was just reminding me that she was in
charge. There was little doubt of that as she turned my ass into a crimson
platter. Every so often she would rub one of my inflamed cheeks and coo
into my ear that she could tell how much I was enjoying her touch. She
would then ever so gently touch my outer pussy lips. No enough to give me
any pleasure, but just enough to jump in anticipation.

After about 10 minutes she seemed to tire of this game. She told me to
stand up and pick whatever toy I wanted to get myself off. My time of
reward was at hand. I picked a nice fat dildo. I looked at Mistress Lisa
for permission to finally fuck myself. She stood up and led me back toward
the bathroom. There was a sink with a large mirror outside the bathroom
where the toilet and bathtub were located. She told me to stand in front of
the mirror and watch myself as I used the dildo as I saw fit.

A mirror can be an erotic addition to a bedroom. I first gave my toy a few
long licks. I'd always loved giving head and that was one thing I missed
from my conversion to women. Granted there was no pleasure in blowing a
dildo, but the reflection of me doing it was very exciting. My nipples were
still hard as rocks from the spanking and my pussy was more than ready to
accept the pleasure I was about to give it.

With my left arm leaning on the vanity for support, I plunged the fake cock
into my pussy with my right. I watched in the mirror as the penetration
took my breath away. I began to saw the dildo in and out of my
pussy. Mistress Lisa was watching. I could see in the mirror an approving
grin as I fucked myself. She then moved behind me and reached around
cupping my breasts. Oh how good it felt to have her finally playing with my
nipples instead of punishing them. She put her head next to mine. She had a
look of pride at the control she had over me. Giving up one of my nipples,
her hand slid down to give attention to my clit. I was pounding the dildo
in and out of myself as she toyed and teased my zones. I began to beg for
her to let me cum. She just slowly shook her head. Her eyes never broke
contact with mine as we both stared at each other in the mirror. I
whimpered that I couldn’t take any more. My arm was becoming less able
to support my weight as my torso came closer and closer to lying down on
the sink. Finally Mistress Lisa told me just one moment and then she walked
away.

I continued to fuck myself and my howls of pleasure were
animalistic. Permission or not, my body was about to shut down after a
massive climax. I could feel it coming. I expected to pass out. I didn't
stop.

Mistress Lisa returned with a small digital camera. After fiddling with a
couple of settings she stood just off center from the mirror so she
wouldn't be in the frame. Once she was ready she gave me the order to
cum. Those were the words my body had been craving all day and cum I did. I
was in another world riding the wave of orgasm. I felt my legs giving way
but managed to brace my torso on the vanity to keep from falling over as I
continued to plunge the fake dick in and out of my greedy hole. I was
shouting obscenities as I looked to the mirror. I hardly recognized the
reflection of the wanton slut fucking herself. I shook and quaked as the
climax took its course finally losing all strength in my legs and falling
to the floor. I lay back against the wall in a sitting position with the
dildo obscenely poking out of my now well used pussy.

Mistress Lisa still had the camera pointed at me as I looked up at her
unable to move on my own. I'm sure my face had a look of deep satisfaction
and sexual exhaustion. I watched as she pushed the shutter button again and
then looked at the back of the compact camera. I saw her push another
button and smile. I sat trying to catch my breath as she turned the camera
around and pressed play.

"This camera also has an HD video recorder. It's not much of a lens, but it
is quite adequate to capture the show you just put on. I looked at the 2.5
inch screen. The picture was dark, but it was perfectly obvious what I was
doing and what just happened. I was too tired to protest. I was also still
tingling from my cum. I offered no resistance as Lisa pulled me up and over
to the bed. Once again she lovingly tucked me into bed and after a quick
trip to the bathroom herself, she climbed under the covers. She was naked
and she spooned against me and held me tight. I felt warm and safe and fell
asleep almost immediately.

Dawn came way too early. I realized we had left the blinds open as the
sunshine streamed into the room waking me up. Lisa didn't seem upset. She
said we had a big day planned and she wanted to get an early
start. Showers, hiking clothes and breakfast at a local diner were the
order of the day before we rented a car and headed into the park. I was
carrying Lisa's backpack. She told me it had supplies, lunch and water. She
had a twinkle in her eye when she said "supplies." I knew what that meant
and it excited me.

We grabbed a light breakfast at a local establishment. To look at us you
would have thought we were just a couple of old friends heading into the
wilderness for an adventure. Little did the other patrons suspect what I
knew. Adventure was definitely on the menu. We were going to put the wild
back in wilderness. At least that was what I anticipated and hoped. We
rented a car after breakfast and headed into the park. The wide open spaces
were spectacular. Nothing like the mountains on the East Coast I was
accustomed to. I was nervous, but excited. We pulled off at an empty picnic
area about a mile into the park. I couldn't imagine this was our final
destination. My mistress must have had a plan for me.

She had me get out of the car and stand so the car was between me and the
road. I should not have been surprised, but the order to strip still
stunned me. I took a deep breath and began taking off my clothes. When I
was naked and cowering behind the car, Mistress Lisa picked up her backpack
and opened it. She pretended to be looking for something, but I'm sure she
knew exactly what she wanted and where she had put it. A steady stream of
cars drove past the entrance to the picnic area and I prayed that nobody
would turn in. The first thing Mistress Lisa pulled out of the backpack was
a strange plastic contraption that looked like a gun. Without looking up
from her search she gave me the order to play with my nipples and get them
good and hard. Was she about to pierce me?

I did as she ordered. My nips were already standing at attention from being
naked outside, but a quick tease firmed them up even more. It also sent a
pleasure wave straight to my pussy and I wasn't about to miss that
opportunity. Mistress Lisa walked over to me holding the strange
contraption. She took a firm grip of my right tit with her left hand. She
squeezed hard on the edge of my breast causing the nipple to pop out a
little more. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pain I knew was
coming.

There was a quick jolt of pain, but it was more like a shock. I looked down
to see the damage, but what I saw was a very tight rubber band around my
nipple. I looked up at my mistress who had moved on to my left breast. This
time I watched as she grabbed me again. Again my nipple popped forward and
she quickly pressed the strange device against my nub and squeezed the
trigger. A small rubber band had been stretched around the barrel of the
"gun" and squeezing the trigger forced it to move forward. Forward and off
the apparatus and snapping back around my nipple. The rubber band was
exceptionally tight. This was going to be a long day.

Mistress Lisa then handed me my shirt, although no surprise, I was not
provided a bra. It was a flannel shirt like you'd see at any outdoor
equipment store, but Lisa didn't let me button it up. Instead she only
allowed me to tie it around my midriff. This had two effects. One, it
showed off my tummy. I didn't have a problem with that as I always worked
hard to keep it flat. The second effect was the open top allowed my breasts
to swing free. The fabric was grazing my nipples and I knew once I started
walking or if there was a breeze my poor nipples were going to be
tortured. The opening also allowed an expanse of cleavage to show. I was
definitely going to have sex on the brain as we hiked.

Down below was a simpler affair. She had my Ben Wa balls which would keep
my pussy happy. Or you may say they kept my pussy tortured. It depends on
your point of view. She had a different pair of shorts. They were a tight
pair of Daisy Dukes. They looked like they were molded on my ass and rubbed
naughtily on my pantyless crotch. Now stimulated above and below I
couldn’t imagine any way I wouldn't be cumming on our hike.

Lisa told me to get back into the car. Even that minor stretch sliding back
into the bucket seat put arousing pressure on my privates. I know she heard
the deep breath I took as I got into the car. We continued our journey into
the park. I wondered where she was going to choose to humiliate me by
making me lose control. We parked again at one of the more popular hiking
trails. Again her actions did not surprise me. She put me in charge of
carrying the backpack and we headed off onto the trail.

The trail was not too strenuous. A beginners trail, really, but the scenery
was breathtaking. My mind was far away from the grandeur of this place,
however. My concentration was exactly where my mistress wanted it to be. On
the shorts rubbing my clit, the balls dancing inside my pussy and my
nipples being constantly rubbed by my shirt. On a side note, I also noticed
every guy and even a few girls trying to get a look down my shirt when we
passed them. I was soaking my shorts just as Mistress Lisa had intended.

We continued up the trail for maybe a mile. I was quickly reaching the
point where I was going to cum without touching myself and there wouldn't
be any self control exercises that could prevent that from
happening. Mistress Lisa had been monitoring my growing arousal. She had me
right where she wanted me.

When we saw an overgrown path shoot off from the main trail, she nudged me
toward it. Sneaking off the trail, we found ourselves alone from the flow
of the other hikers. If you looked just right through the leaves you could
see the trail, but it felt like we were completely alone and private. This
must be the place where she was going to make me cum.

My mistress took the backpack from me and unzipped the main pocket. I
watched as she began removing her implements of doom. I passively stood by
while she cuffed my wrists and put my collar on me. I didn't resist when
she untied the knot holding my shirt closed. I even showed no emotion when
she unsnapped my shorts and pulled them onto my thighs. I was putty in her
hands waiting for her touch and order to orgasm. I didn't even protest when
she tied a rope to the chain between my wrist cuffs and tossed it over a
tree pulling my arms up tight above my head. I was in paradise.

After surveying her handiwork, Lisa left and walked back to the trail. If I
looked just right I could see her through the leaves. I couldn't tell if
she could spot me. She called out to me to moan. That was a strange
request. After I did it she said to do it again but louder. Then she had me
do it louder still. Finally after the third time she called out that was
the volume needed for a hiker to hear me.

I appreciated her helping me determine the threshold for how I'd get
caught. Now I just had to stay in enough control to not be heard and I'd be
fine. Of course that was easier said than done. Lisa came back. At first
she started slowly rubbing her hands across my body teasing me. As turned
on as I was I knew I could come just from her simple actions. Of course she
knew that too. She warned me to control myself. I nodded but I wasn't sure
if I could.

Lisa told me she had an idea to help me control my overheated libido. She
broke off a branch from a small tress and stripped off the leaves. This
wasn't going to be good. I heard the whoosh of the branch before its eight
small branchlets snapped against my torso. I recoiled in pain and let go a
yelp.

"Keep it down, puppet," Mistress Lisa scolded me.

I gritted my teeth in defiance. She snapped the branch against my thigh. I
grunted, but didn't scream. She appeared to be very methodical about where
she would hit me. If I lowered my head I could see red streaks where the
branches contacted my pale skin. She was careful not to draw blood, but
that doesn't mean the pain was any less. By the time she was done my legs,
thighs, back, butt, and breasts were in bad shape. I was also on the brink
of cumming as the pain mixed with the eroticism of being bound almost naked
in public worked in my brain to make this a pleasurable experience.

I silently cursed her for getting me so wound up and now apparently ready
to leave me on the edge. I watched as she once again snuck back to the
path. She returned quickly. She then began rubbing my clit in earnest.

"There's a young couple about to pass. Don't be a slut and moan so loud
they catch you..." she taunted me.

Her fingers were magic. I was trying to figure out how possibly to cum
without making any noise. I was about to lose that battle when Mistress
Lisa stopped. There was no doubt in my mind that her game was to get me
caught bound and orgasming. Even that realization almost made me cum even
though her fingers had stopped working their magic. Back to the path she
went. This time she said it was a family with young children and I'd better
not scar the kids for life. In an effort to drive me insane, she this time
stood behind me and toyed with my nipples. The rubber bands were doing a
remarkable job at keep my nipple hard and sensitive. Once again I felt like
I was going to lose my battle. It took all my strength and willpower not to
scream out in orgasmic joy as I watched the family pass just feet from my
kinky position. This was getting out of hand.

My mistress untied the rope holding my arms above my head and gave my body
a few minutes of reprieve. She was back on the path scouting. I saw several
groups walk past. When she returned she didn't say a word. She just went
behind me and pulled me up close to her body. The show of affection made me
swoon. I was done for. She didn't tell me who was coming up the path. It
didn't really matter. She now went to work on my nipples and clit. Within
moments my arousal roared back and soon I had a very loud and soul
satisfying orgasm. As had become usual for our games, I could feel my legs
giving way. As I began to slump, Mistress Lisa gave me a little shot to the
back of the leg crumpling me to the dirty ground. I was on my back still
thrilling and in the throes of my climax when I felt Lisa begin to roll me
over in the dirt and down the slight hill through the underbrush. I felt
her let go as my momentum carried me the final few feet back onto the main
path. I landed with a thud, dirty, striped from the branch, wrist bound,
collared, my breasts flopping free from my untied shirt, my pussy and ass
on display and still gloriously cumming. I rolled onto my back, still
shaking in aftershocks and looked up to see the faces of Cathy, Jeannie,
and two other girls. I was beyond humiliated, beyond aroused and beyond
rational thought. All I could do was lay there riding out my climax and
smile.

Before my mistress could catch up to me, Cathy said, "Hello Tammy." This
was quickly followed by a questioning look from Jeannie and then she said,
"Is this the slut you fucked on the train?" I was sure she already knew the
answer to that question. Mistress Lisa now appeared through the
bushes. "Sorry about that," she announced. "My slave's rope got away from
me."

Got away from her or she pushed me down the hill so I'd get caught. I guess
reality is in the eye of the dominant, but back to my story. Cathy
confirmed to Jeannie that yes, I was the "slut" from the train. Jeannie
looked at me with a predatory glance. The two other girls were not sure
what to make of what had happened. As usual, Mistress Lisa took charge of
the situation and asked Cathy to introduce her friends.

"This is Carmen," she started pointing to a young Latin looking
girl. "She's from Tempe and is a junior. And this is Debbie," she continued
pointing to a striking blonde. "She graduated last year and is working in
Milwaukee."

I looked up from the ground at Debbie. She was about 5' 5" maybe 5' 6". Her
blonde hair was medium length, cut straight with bangs that swept
forward. She was very thin, but athletic looking. A runner's hard body
would be the best description of her. From my vantage point I was looking
straight up at her breasts which appeared very perky under her
t-shirt. They were not huge, a 30C or there about, but they were perfect
for her frame and seemed to point straight up. As my mistress helped me
stand up from the dirt trail, I got a better look at Debbie's face. She was
unbelievably cute with movie star good looks. I caught myself thinking "why
couldn't she have been in my class?"

There was an awkward silence as I looked at all the very attractive
girls. I'd almost forgotten I was nearly naked on a public trail. Even
though I had just cum, or maybe because of it, my mind was processing the
possibility of servicing this group as I had done to Cathy on the
train. Again, Mistress Lisa spoke up.

"We were going to hike up to Blakiston Falls. Perhaps you would like to
join us?"

I was thrilled my mistress had invited these four young women to join us. I
was even more thrilled when they agreed to come along. Cathy helped me pull
up my shorts and tie my shirt. I kept on the cuffs and collar. As group we
headed back to the parking lot to our cars. The trail to Blakiston Falls
was at the end of Red Rock Canyon Parkway so we were going to have to drive
there. I didn't know why my mistress had chosen this place or how she even
knew about it.

The ride was amazing as the scenery of the park was awe-inspiring. I was
captivated by the beauty of nature and didn't even notice that we had
parked. The girls got out of their car and did a quick stretch. The falls
were a short .8 of a mile hike up the trail and thankfully there was not
much elevation change. Cathy and I walked together in the lead followed by
Lisa and Jeannie with Debbie and Carmen bringing up the rear.

The trail was through the woods and we didn't pass anybody. I guess this
one is far enough off the beaten path to afford privacy. Perhaps that is
why Mistress Lisa chose it. The falls themselves were nice. There is an
observation platform that lets you get up close and personal. The girls
were busy snapping pictures of each other with the falls in the
background. I got dragged into a few snaps, although given my state of
dirtiness and branch marks, I wasn't too thrilled with posing.

We stayed at the falls for about 10 minutes or so before Lisa announced it
was time for lunch. She asked if the girls wanted to join us for a
picnic. I knew we didn't have much food in our backpack. In truth I
theorized the bag was really just full of sex toys but that might have been
a projection about what I wanted the bag to contain.

The girls agreed and Mistress Lisa said she knew of a "private" picnic area
off the trail. She pointed into the woods. She then came up to me and
whispered in my ear, "I hope you're up for this. Don't disappoint me."

I whispered back into her ear, "I trust you mistress. I will not disappoint
you."

"Very well," she said in her authoritarian voice. I noticed the other girls
had watched us whispering and now we had their full attention since Lisa
changed the tone in her voice. "You are filthy. Get those clothes off. You
need a bath."

If we didn't have their full attention before we certainly had it now. I
was watching the girl's reactions more than that of my mistress as I
stripped off my clothes. I could already predict the look my mistress would
be giving me right then. I wanted to see how Cathy, Jeannie, Debbie and
Carmen reacted. As I expected, Cathy was very interested. After our night
together on the train I expected nothing less. Jeannie was a bit of a
mystery. On the train she was drunk the first night and seemed not to be in
on our secret vibrations during breakfast. Cathy had mentioned she "played"
with some of her friends but I had the distinct feeling Jeannie wasn't one
of them. However, today Jeannie expressed upset at being left alone in
favor of "the slut" on the train. Her tone was not meek, it was very
strong. Perhaps the reason Cathy was so quick to submit to Mistress Lisa
had submitted to Jeannie before. Carmen and Debbie were tough to
read. Debbie in particular was not giving off any signs of how she felt
about me taking off my clothes. Carmen seemed like a free spirit. She
looked like she was contemplating taking off her own clothes and jumping in
the river with me.

I wondered if Mistress Lisa really cared that I was dirty from my roll on
the hiking path. I assumed as I dunked myself in the exceptionally cold
water of the mountain stream that she was really doing this to show the
other how much control she had over me. I felt like the stupid guys you see
on TV jumping in a lake during winter. I knew I had to get out of this
water a.s.a.p. so I quickly scrubbed my arms, legs and torso and then
scampered back onto the shore. I knew I had not done a great job, but
Mistress Lisa seemed pleased and that was all the feedback I needed.

She approached me and gave me a strong embrace. She then rubbed my arms and
shoulders to jump start the warming process. I was shivering.

"My pet is cold. Would anyone like to help me warm her?" she asked the
group.

As I anticipated Cathy stepped forward. Carmen joined her. Each took one of
my legs and started rubbing me. From my ankles up to my thighs, the
friction from their hands warmed me quickly. Their touch also warmed my
pussy from the inside out, although I knew whatever Mistress Lisa's plan
entailed, my cumming right now would not be part of it. I knew she would
have me servicing the girls first so I tried to keep my mind off my clit
and not let my body start craving another orgasm.

The girls quickly finished. Mistress Lisa was looking inside her
backpack. She handed me a small tube of lube. I wasn't thrilled. She then
pulled out a leash which she buckled to my collar. This was going
downhill. She then pulled out a generously sized dildo. But this wasn't an
ordinary dildo or plug. This one had a horse-hair tail on it and I knew
exactly where it was going.

Mistress Lisa had me bend over and grab my ankles. I'd been working on
stretching exercises since out first meeting to make holding this position
easier. I heard my mistress ask Cathy if she would like to do the
honors. She declined, probably because she wasn't sure what Lisa was
asking, but Debbie volunteered. I held my position as Debbie began to rub
my ass. She reminded me of Julie, a gorgeous young woman who had complete
power over me. I felt the tip of the dildo being rubbed up and down my
backside. I had not felt any lube yet and I was worried Debbie would try to
force it into my ass without preparing me. Instead, she slid the dildo into
my pussy. That was easy for her. I was plenty wet for them. But there was
no way I'd be able to keep the dildo from falling out so I knew Lisa's
intention was not to have Debbie leave it there for long.

Debbie gave me a few strokes with the fake cock. God, it felt good. Here I
was naked on a public trail at a popular attraction and a stranger was
fucking me as I bent over for her. Life was wonderful at that moment. After
I began to moan, a sure sign I was enjoying myself, Debbie stopped and
asked for the lube. I guess pleasure time was over. I felt her applying the
gel to my asshole. She then began to work it in with her finger. I was
briefly double penetrated. I liked it.

I continued to hold my ankles as Debbie gave me a few strokes with her
wiggling fingers to coat my hole with the lube. She then pulled the dildo
out of my pussy. I knew what was coming and I braced for the invasion. She
pushed, I accepted and quick as a flash, I had a tail as the dildo was
securely buried inside my ass.

"Very good," said Lisa. "I'm going to have her crawl in front of us. She is
going to be our spotting dog. Does anybody wish to join her?"

Did I hear right? Did my mistress just ask the other four girls if any of
them wanted to crawl through the dirt with me? Such an action would
certainly mark the girl as a sub in front of her friends. Would Cathy do
that?

Nobody got down next to me. That wasn't a big surprise. Nobody got down
until I heard Jeannie chastise Cathy for not taking the place she knew she
deserved. I saw a look of reluctant acceptance on Cathy's face as she knelt
next to me. At least she still had her clothes. I didn't hear any other
talking, but the group seemed to be suspended in time and not moving. After
what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably only 30 seconds, Carmen joined
Cathy and me on the ground. I didn't see that coming at all.

So off we went. Mistress Lisa held a leash clipped to my collar. She was in
the lead and I was on my hands and knees crawling behind her. My eyes were
focused on her legs and ass. The sway of her backside was hypnotic. I
didn’t know what order the others followed us, but I imagined one of
them was watching my ass. I tried to keep a little extra wiggle in my butt
to give them a good show as I crawled along the seldom used dirt path. My
hands and knees were filthy and I felt like a whore for showing my true
self to the girls.

I crawled along for maybe 100 yards when Mistress Lisa gave me the command
to stand. She said the trail got harder from here and crawling would be too
difficult. I took the opportunity to look backward. Carmen and Cathy were
both trying to brush the dirt off their knees and hands. Apparently they
had crawled just like I had. Mistress Lisa still held my leash as she led
me deeper into the forest. After maybe another 100 yards over an uneven
rock strewn trail, she paused, consulted a map and then turned north. There
was a foot trail which you would have missed if you didn't know where to
look for it. We headed deeper into the forest. I had a sense of security I
didn't have on the other trail. At least here whatever Mistress Lisa had
planned could be done in private.

Suddenly we broke through the forest into a meadow. It wasn't huge, but
there was a creek which fed a pond thanks to a crafty beaver and an old
picnic table. The first order of business was for Cathy, Carmen and me to
wash the trail from our bodies. I pulled the tail plug out of my ass and
jumped into the pond while the other girls stripped. I'd never skinny
dipped in front of anyone before today, but I almost felt like one of the
college girls instead of a middle aged woman as we frolicked and
washed. Looking back at the table, Debbie had pulled a blanket out of her
backpack and spread it over the table. It looked like we were going to have
lunch.

Jeannie set out some sandwiches she had been carrying. Mistress Lisa put
out our meager lunch offerings. I knew she had packed more important items,
but they remained in the bag for now. When they were ready, Lisa called us
over. We were not allowed to redress. Gloriously naked, the three of us sat
down on one side of the picnic table while our three fully dressed
superiors sat on the other. Jeannie already knew my story. Cathy had told
her. But Debbie was most interested. While we ate our lunch I told my tale
again. She said she'd never been into the "whole dom/sub thing" but she
then admitted seeing Lisa lead me around was hot. This revelation was
interesting to me since I'd assumed Carmen had crawled with us under
Debbie's direction. Cathy obviously did what Jeannie told her, but
apparently Carmen chose to join us on her own. Interesting.

The lunch was quick. It would have been quicker if I had not told my
story. But I since I always became aroused when telling it, I didn't
mind. Carmen was ordered to wrap up our garbage to pack back out. Leave
only footprints, take only photographs don't you know. I was ordered to
unpack our toys. I was surprised to find I'd been carrying more toys than
Lisa would have brought just for me. I then realized it wasn't just dumb
luck that we ran into each other on the trail. What an idiot I'd been. I'd
been setup from the start. My mistress and Cathy probably planned this when
I'd been sleeping the first afternoon on the train. Everything came into
focus. Mistress Lisa's sub detecting radar found Cathy while I slept. She
had setup my humiliating public orgasm in front of her, our wonderful night
together in our sleeping car, our second public vibration session in the
dining car and now playtime in the great outdoors. I decided that Carmen
joining the serving side of the equation wasn't planned because my mistress
only brought two strap-ons. She also had assorted clamps, a flogger, a ping
pong paddle, two vibrators and two nipple suckers. No wonder the backpack
had been so full.

The first command was for the slaves to stand up and step back from the
table. We watched as Lisa, Debbie and Jeannie stripped out of their clothes
and sat down on the top of the table. Side by side, they spread their legs
in an obvious invitation for the subs to service them. Service them we
did. Each of us dove in on our mistress. My tongue was concentrated on my
task, but my mind wondered if Carmen was licking Debbie for the first
time. We switched after about five minutes. We moved one space to the
right. I was now between Jeannie's thighs. She had taken on a much harder
dominant edge than how I had seen her on the train. I was now sure Cathy
was her full time slave. She was also the first of the women to cum sending
her love into my mouth. Mistress Lisa was close behind as Carmen worked on
her. Lisa called "switch" again and I went to work on Debbie. She had the
thighs of a runner and they clamped tightly around my head. I found it
difficult to breath and difficult to service her properly. But she was
definitely in charge and that made my pussy boil. Still it was no wonder
that she was the only mistress not to cum yet as her leg lock prevented me
from bringing her off properly.

Lisa and Jeannie were cheering her on, but I could tell that was only
making her tenser and was not helping the situation. I tried to lift my
head and tell them to knock it off and let me do my job, but Debbie's
strong legs and now her grip on my head prevented me from moving. Finally
after they had cum a second time, Jeannie and Lisa told her relax and I
felt the pressure around my head relax.

"These girls don't know how to eat pussy!" Debbie complained.

My mistress defended me saying that Debbie didn't know how to enjoy
herself. She said I was very proficient at getting a woman off and that if
Debbie didn't realize that, she was the one with the problem.

"I guess I just need a big dick," Debbie mocked Lisa.

"We can accommodate that request," countered Lisa picking up one of the
strap-ons.

"Uh, I don't think so," responded Debbie.

"Well I do think so," said Lisa with a forceful tone.

Debbie looked confused. Lisa looked at Jeannie who sprung into action. She
grabbed Debbie by the shoulders and pulled her down onto the picnic
table. Cathy, Carmen and I realized what was happening so we jumped at the
chance to help hold her down while Lisa affixed one of the strap-ons around
her waist.

Lisa didn't take her time sugar coating what she was going to do. If Debbie
needed a big cock, she was going to get one. Jeannie and I held Debbie's
arms and shoulders tight again the picnic table. Carmen and Cathy held her
legs apart. She struggled right up to the point when my mistress first
penetrated her with the monster phallus. Apparently Lisa hit the right
point because Debbie stopped struggling and started moaning. We continued
to hold her, although we all relaxed our grips slightly as Lisa built a
rhythm which began to drive Debbie into a sexual frenzy.

Debbie continued to moan as her body warmed to the idea that she was
getting the fucking she desired. Soon she was begging Lisa to fuck her
harder. I wasn't sure if that was possible. Lisa continued to pound the
fake dick into her and made sure to grind her pubic bone against Debbie's
clit which each savage thrust. The four of us holding Debbie down continued
to relax out grip until we became passive spectators enjoying the brutal
pounding my mistress was giving her. Of course I was dreaming of being in
Debbie's position. I think Cathy and Carmen were too. We all were standing
around the picnic table watching in awe. Carmen was fingering herself. So
was Jeannie. I could tell Cathy wanted to as did I, but I wouldn't do that
without permission. I couldn't tell if that was Cathy's reason to, but when
Jeannie looked at me and pointed to her pussy, I didn't hesitate to drop to
my knees and bury my face into her steaming love hole.

Debbie came before I could finish with Jeannie, although that didn't mean I
was done. I heard movement off the table behind me, but I kept servicing
her without distraction as I had been taught. When she finally came, I felt
my head being pulled back and twisted until I was facing the bobbing cock
of my mistress, glistening with Debbie's juices. She didn't have to tell me
to clean off her tool. I took her into my mouth deep throating the dildo as
if it were one of my well endowed conquests from years past. I choked a
little as I was out of practice at sucking cock, but my mistress seemed
pleased at my efforts. When she released me I saw Debbie was still lying on
the picnic table. I guess my mistress had worn her out. Having been in that
position before, I understood.

The other women, however, were still full of energy and very turned on by
the show Mistress Lisa and Debbie had put on. Since I was still on my knees
it seemed natural that I should now service Cathy and Carmen, which I did
before my mistress had me eat her to conclusion as well. Jeannie was ready
for another round on my face by the time I had pleasured her two friends so
she took me again. By the time I had given four more orgasms, Debbie was
sitting back up and ready to fuck. I anticipated she would have me please
her orally, but she wanted to give back what she had received. She grabbed
the strap-on that I had removed from my mistress before I had pleasured her
and began strapping it around her own hips. I wondered who would be the
object of her aggression.

Debbie ordered Cathy, Carmen and I to stand before her. She looked at us
menacingly while stroking her fake dick like a man would.

"One of you is getting this rammed up her ass. Who is it going to be?"

I looked at Carmen and Cathy. I think all three of us would have
volunteered to have her take us vaginally, but her tool would hurt like
hell up the back side. I saw Mistress Lisa strapping the other dildo she
brought onto Jeannie.

"You three decide. One of you is going to get DP'ed. The other two are
going over my knee."

I looked at Carmen and Cathy again. They didn't appear to like either
option, but neither was backing away yet either. I made the decision for
them.

"I want to get fucked," I announced.

"Very good puppet," my mistress commended me. "Jeannie, spread that blanket
on the ground and lay down. Tammy, mount her and spread your cheeks for
Debbie. Carmen and Cathy, get your asses over here. By the time I'm done
with you, you will regret not volunteering for Debbie and Jeannie."

My mistress sat on the top of the picnic table where she could watch me get
fucked and could punish the two young co-eds. I don't know who was louder,
the girls taking their spankings and crying out in pain or me taking the
double fucking and crying out in pleasure. Either way I'm sure our erotic
sounds carried for miles in the open air. I think we were fortunate that
nobody found our carnal rendezvous location, although I must confess as
Debbie reamed me and I rode Jeannie, I had visions of a group of male
hikers arriving and forcing me to service them as well. In my mind I was
surrounded by five or six angry cocks with their owners furiously jerking
them. As I came from the attention Jeannie and Debbie were giving me, the
men all squirted at the same kind. My face and chest was pelted by volley
after volley of man goo. Jeannie had no choice by to lay there and get
dripped on by the cast offs while Debbie just laughed at both of us.

Alas it didn't happen that way and I didn't feel the need to tell either
woman what I was really thinking about when I came. I knew I would confess
my new fantasy to Mistress Lisa tonight in the motel room, but for now I
decided it was better to keep that secret. When I finally focused back on
what my mistress was doing, Cathy was across her lap. Carmen was standing
next to the picnic table rubbing her very red ass. Lisa had her fingers
deep inside of Cathy who was grinding herself on Mistress Lisa's knee. I
could see the wetness dripping from Carmen and wondered if she had the same
treatment. We all watched as Cathy finally succumb to her new mistress'
intentions and had a noisy orgasm. Everyone agreed it was the best picnic
they ever had.

We all dressed and packed up to head back to the parking lot. Although I
was allowed clothes, I still had to wear my collar and Lisa still held my
leash. Jeannie and Debbie made Cathy and Carmen was back with their hands
on their heads like a prisoner walking into prison. I had no doubt they
would soon be wearing collars as well. When we reached the main hiking
trail Carmen and Cathy were allow to resume "normal" hiking positions,
although Lisa continued to walk in front of me holding my leash. This did
not bother me in the least as I was proud for everyone to know I belonged
to her. I could tell Cathy especially was jealous and wanted Jeannie to
"force" her to show her submission to the world.

In the parking lot the girls said they were going up to the next turn off
and trying that trail. No sex, just real hiking. We were invited, but my
mistress said she was more interested in sex right then and we would be
heading back to the motel. She told the girls our room number and said they
were welcome to stop by later. We all hugged like old friends, said our
goodbyes and parted company.

Back at the motel we showered together. It felt equally good to remove the
built up layers of dirt and grime from our outdoor adventure and to embrace
my mistress as the warm water cascaded over our naked bodies. After the
shower Lisa produced a small scissors which she used to clip the rubber
bands which had been keeping my nipples hard for hours. While they were on
they were not overly painful. When they came off, however, that was another
story. As the blood rushed back into my poor nubs, a rush of pain shot
through my body.

I was worn out, not to mention sore. I hoped she wasn't ready to play
immediately after our shower. Lisa seemed to have boundless energy, but
apparently she sensed my reluctance and asked if I was ready for another
round instead of just pushing me to my knees or pushing me onto the bed. I
answered truthfully that I'd really like to rest. She smiled and put me to
bed. We spooned with her strong arms wrapped around me. Once I fell asleep
I had very passionate dreams which always took the form of me being held
tight and teased. I knew this was caused by my mistress never letting go of
me as we slept.

I don't know how long we napped. I do know the sun was still bright and
creeping around the curtains when an insistent knock on our door roused us
from our slumber. My mistress seemed upset at being disturbed, but got up
anyway and threw on a robe before opening the door. I was still naked under
the sheet as the sun poured through the door as she opened it. Debbie was
the knocker and Jeannie was standing behind her.

"Hello girls," said Lisa. "What are you up to?"

"We're done with our hike for today," offered Debbie. "Cathy and Carmen are
too worn out to party, but we're still looking for some fun."

The way she said it left no doubt what kind of fun they were looking for.

"We were just napping. I'm not up for any more fun at the moment, but my
slave will serve you again. Isn't that right, Tammy?"

"Yes mistress," I replied. Personally I wasn't really up for another round
either. I'd rather just cuddle with my mistress for a while longer. But
that decision wasn't mine to make.

Lisa let the girls into the room. Before she even had a chance to close the
door Debbie was pulling the sheet and blanket off the bed exposing my body
to anyone who happened to be walking by. The girls descended on me. I heard
the door close, thankfully. Debbie was first on me pinning me down and
kissing me hard on the lips. I lost track of both Jeannie and my mistress,
although I did hear water running in the bathroom. Debbie was rubbing her
body against mine. Her jeans and rough textured shirt felt scratchy on my
smooth skin. I heard Jackie exclaim with glee that Lisa had a virtual sex
store in her toy bag. Despite my initial reluctance, I was starting to get
aroused.

"Let me look," exclaimed Debbie as she broke our kiss and dismounted me.

I stayed on the bed passively watching them as they explored Lisa's toy
collection. I then began to salivate as they removed their clothes. Sure
they were taking advantage of me, but their young hard bodies made me want
them and their aggressive nature made me need them. Lisa returned from the
bathroom dressed and looking as beautiful as ever and the girls returned to
the bed, riding crop and nipple clamps in hand.

"I'm going out for a while puppet. Serve these girls as you would serve
me," my mistress said on her way out the door. As soon as the door was
closed Debbie spoke again.

"Did you hear that slut? You belong to us now and you will do whatever we
say."

"Yes mistress, Debbie," I replied.

I was thankful the girls didn't seem to have the same understanding of how
to punish me that Lisa had. Sure they used the crop on me, but lightly. I
also got a hand spanking with my body draped over Jeannie lap, but again it
was pretty tame. The situation was enough to have my copious juices flowing
freely, but this was really play submission. The clamps were not tight and
I spent most of the time eating their pussies over and over.

I wondered if they were going to DP me again. I was certainly ready for it,
but Debbie seemed more preoccupied with putting my tongue to good
use. Jeannie did give me a good pounding while I ate Debbie, but it was
lackluster to me. It just wasn't the same as it had been this afternoon
when the thrill of getting caught and the knowledge that my mistress was
directing the action made our rendezvous more exciting. Both the girls had
several good cums. I did not. I managed to have a little one at the end of
our encounter by fingering myself after the girls had given up for the
day. The only saving grace was I could watch myself in the mirror and
pretend I was masturbating under Lisa's watchful gaze. As I said it wasn't
a great climax, but any orgasm is better than none so I was grateful for
the release. The girls were gone when Lisa returned. I was still naked in
the bed, although I had gone to the bathroom.

"Hello slave," my mistress addressed me. "Have a good time with the girls?"

"Truthfully, it wasn't the same without you," I answered.

"Aw, isn't that cute. You missed me."

"Yes, mistress, I did."

"Well clean yourself up and get dressed. We're going out."

I scampered from the bed back to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Lisa
laid out the clothes she wanted me to wear. Jeans and a t-shirt was all. No
panties and no bra. This didn't surprise me. We headed to the edge of town
where we pulled into a tattoo parlor's parking lot. Now I was surprised and
more than a little worried.

"I need to head home tomorrow, puppet, and I don't know when I'll see you
again. I want to give you something to remember me by," my mistress told me
sweetly.

"I'm not sure about this, mistress. I will not have any trouble remembering
you. I really don't want a tattoo."

"Oh, don't worry about that. We're here to get you pierced."

"Pierced?"

"Just your nipples. It will help keep you in the right frame of mind back
at school."

"I think I'd rather have a tattoo," I countered.

"If you meant what you when you pledged yourself to me you will stop this
silly charade and go inside. If you choose to resist, you'll have your own
motel room tonight, the girls will not visit you and you and I will never
have any contact again."

I looked into Lisa's eyes and knew she wasn't bluffing. Immediately I
lowered my eyes to the floor of the car.

"That's better. Always remember your place in life," my mistress said
coldly. "Now let's go."

Apparently my mistress had visited the shop while Debbie and Jeannie were
using me earlier. The guy who ran the shop greeted her by name and pulled a
small jewelry box out from behind the counter. He looked at me, but didn't
address me. He ushered us into a back room where he had what looked like a
dentist's chair. My mistress told me to remove my shirt which I did without
hesitation. The guy had me lie down on a message table. It was cool in the
room. My nipples were beginning to come to life.

The man was preparing his tools and professionally told Lisa to get my
nipples ready as if having a topless woman in his shop was an everyday
event. Come to think of it, it probably was. Lisa lovingly began to nibble,
suck and tweak my nipples. She was doing it not as a mistress would but as
a lover. Immediately I felt my pussy begin to juice. Apparently it didn't
know why I was here. As much as my mind was fighting against her touch, my
body was responding. By the time the man was ready, so was I.

My mistress had picked out two gold bars to be inserted into my nipples. I
was expecting the man to use a piercing gun like they use at the mall for
earrings. I was wrong. He was "old school" and used a needle for the
"personal" touch. Of course he also got a personal feel as he squeezed my
breast hard to make my nipple pop up a little more. He then told Lisa to
cup my breast in her hand while he did the deed. She was holding my breast
while he held my nipple tightly and smoothly pushed the needle through my
sensitive flesh. It hurt like hell and I cried out in pain. But I knew
better than to move. He relaxed his grip and slid the needle back and forth
to bore out the hole a little more. He then pulled the needle out and slid
the post in. One side had a gold ball which prevented the post from sliding
all the way through. The other side had a matching ball which screwed onto
the threads of the post. My mistress released my breast and it snapped back
into its natural shape and position. There was a dull ache in my
nipple. Looking down all I could see was the small gold balls on either end
of the post. I also knew my nipple would never be totally soft again.

I was better prepared for the pain when they repeated the process on my
left nipple. It didn't hurt any less, but at least my mind could prepare
for it. The tattoo guy warned me that there would be some swelling and that
I should ice my nipples. He said after a week I could remove the posts just
like I remove my earrings, but that the holes would close eventually so I
shouldn't do it too often. He also said the gold in the jewelry wouldn't
set of a metal detector so I shouldn't worry about flying. Lisa helped me
put my shirt back on. It fell back against my tender nipples. I could tell
the shirt was going to serve as a teasing method from now on. Looking at my
mistress I know that she knew what I was thinking. The smirk on her face
told me I had better get used to it.

I thought we were done, but my mistress then told me to take of my
pants. Two thoughts went through my head. One was I was going to pay with
my pussy for the piercings. That was bad, although the guy wasn't bad
looking and the shop was cleaner than some of the student apartments in
Boston I used for one night stands in Boston. When the guy picked up a gold
ring instead of dropping his pants, I realized I wasn't done with the
piercing. I think I rather would have fucked him.

Again like a lover instead of a mistress, Lisa rubbed my clit until it was
proudly displaying itself outside its hood. My body had betrayed me
again. Again I screamed as the needle was pushed through and the ring was
installed. After it was done, the man plugged in a soldering gun. "Keep her
occupied for a minute while this heats up," he told my mistress. She began
kissing me and tapping her finger on the top of my clit. I felt no
compulsion to try and escape. I felt him push her finger away as he told me
to hold very still. He said he was using a low voltage soldier gun with low
temperature soldier, but I could still feel the heat from the iron as he
heated the ring. My body was completely tense. I don't think I was even
breathing.

When the ring was hot enough, the man pressed a gold colored piece of
soldier against the clasp sealing it. The ring was now permanent. I would
not be taking it off, at least now without someone I trusted with a
soldiering iron working in tight over my pussy. Again the man repeated the
warning about swelling. I knew my mistress would take delight in icing down
the naughty bits.

I never was commanded to service the guy. Mistress Lisa paid in cash and we
were on our way to dinner. It wasn't fancy. I spent most of the time
squirming as my new adornments drove me crazy. Back at the motel Lisa took
me to show off my jewelry to the girls. I was stripped and told to lay on
the bed. One by one the girls sat on my face while I serviced them and the
other girls alternated flicking my nipples and clit and icing them
down. They never did let me cum, although each of them did at least once
and Debbie rode my face twice. Lisa took me back to our room with my face
covered in girl goo and my nipples and clit frozen. Once again she held me
tight as we snuggled in bed. This was becoming her modus operandi. She
would humiliate and torture me in public and then tenderly hold me in
private. She was training me to crave her soft touches by conditioning me
to accept her cruel ones.

In the morning my piercings were still tender, but not nearly as bad as
they had been the night before. Lisa and I actually made love, not just had
sex. She employed no toys and she gently licked my pussy without teasing my
nipples. She gave my clit just enough attention to get me over the edge. I
decided the gentle attention was a gift from her for following orders these
last five days. We were heading home to different cities today and I didn't
know when I'd see her again.

Flying from Montana is a bit of a challenge. There are no direct non-stops
to the East Coast. We had to drive to Missoula, fly to Salt Lake City and
then connect to a flight to O'Hare. Lisa flew first class. She booked me a
middle seat in coach. The tattoo artist was correct about my new body
jewelry not setting off the metal detector. Apart from my now perpetually
hard nipples showing through my shirt and the two men I was seated between
sneaking peeks at them, the flight was uneventful. Back at O'Hare my
mistress had me carry her backpack while we went to retrieve her luggage. I
had about 2 hours until my flight home so Lisa made sure I finished my
service to her by retrieving her bags from the luggage carousel and
carrying them to a waiting limo.

Her driver, a striking redhead wearing a tailored leather jacket, stretch
pants form fitting over her long legs and incredible ass and leather knee
high boots took the bags from me a lifted them into the trunk. Mistress
Lisa turned to face me one last time. She told me she enjoyed our trip and
hoped I would be available to travel again. I pledged to be available to
her whenever she wanted. No doubt that was the answer she wanted to hear as
she pulled me into a passionate embrace and gave me a deep soulful kiss
before getting into the car and driving away.

She left me standing in traffic at O'Hare's arrival roadway. Cars were
honking for me to move, but I was in a daze watching the woman I knew I
loved drive away. Finally I snapped out of my fog and made my way back into
the terminal. There was nothing left for me but to go home. I didn't know
her phone number or where she lived, although I knew it was two hours from
UW Madison and O'Hare was a convenient airport. In my mind I tried to
picture where those two circles would intersect to narrow down her
destination.

I went back to the airline counter and checked in my e-Ticket at the
kiosk. I didn't have any bags which made things easier. As the screen
displayed my seat assignment I realized I was now the one in first
class. It was a parting gift from my mistress to give me a couple of hours
of comfort on the way home. I smiled at the thoughtfulness and made my way
to the TSA screening. As I approached I realized the metal detector may not
know about my naughty ornaments, but the new full body scanners in use at
this airport certainly would. I swallowed hard and walked into the
machine. I held my hand up as instructed (it is like you are being frisked
by the police) as the machine looked into my soul. I saw the female agent
running the machine tap her ear as if she was receiving a message. She then
looked at me and then lowered her attention to the hard nubs on display
beneath my shirt. She was still holding her ear as she smiled and
nodded. She then looked down at my crotch. I knew there was nothing to see,
but the constant attention my clit now received kept me wet and ready at
all times.

As I exited the scanner I had the sinking feeling I was headed for an
"enhanced pat down" or possible a full examination. But the woman just
smiled a knowing smile and told me to have a good flight. I nodded, thanked
her and headed straight to the bathroom to masturbate. This was my new
life.
 

Chapter 06
 

My flight home was uneventful, at least if you consider an almost
unbearable yearning in my pussy for direct stimulation uneventful. After I
got excited at the TSA screening I had to sit in the gate area and people
watch for an hour before my flight boarded. It must have been my new found
appreciation for the female form working tricks in my head, but it seemed
like every woman who walked past me was beautiful and I could imagine them
taking advantage of me. This kept my pussy humming along with arousal. Once
I boarded the plane, I realized this particular airline must save their
best looking flight attendants for First Class. This wasn't my mind playing
tricks on me. This flight attendant was gorgeous. If I had Mistress Lisa's
cell phone number I would have sent her a text message asking permission to
seduce her.

As it was, I only watched her as she helped people board and then
throughout the flight as she served our section of the cabin. I didn't have
anyone sitting next to me and watching this goddess made me want to ask for
a blanket to cover my lap so I could masturbate in my seat. I'm not sure
how I didn't sink to that depth, but I managed to control myself until I
got home. Alone and in private, however, all bets were off and I quickly
brought myself to a most satisfying climax.

I still had a couple of weeks to prepare for the next semester of
teaching. This was always a busy time for me which was good. The prep work
I had kept my mind off the dull ache in my pussy which wasn't being
satisfied. Every time I checked my email or heard the phone ring I expected
it to me Mistress Lisa ordering me back to Chicago to satisfy her lustful
desires. But that request never came. I managed to get through the first
week only masturbating twice. It was tough, but I was trying to get a
handle on myself so I resisted as much as I could. I didn't want my lust to
spiral out of control.

During the second week, my brain decided to take my needs into its own
hands, so to speak. On Sunday night I had the most vivid dream I ever
had. Like on the train, I woke coated in girl goo. Instead of having a
vibrating wand strapped to my leg, however, I found my fingers slick and in
my pussy. I didn't remember all of the details to my dream, but it went
something like this.

It was the first day of class. I was dressed in a conservative,
professional business suit. Later in the semester I would be more casual,
but I always started things off more formal to assert my position as the
head of the class. Of course that tradition was before I became a wanton
pussy slut. In my new position, every young girl who came into my classroom
was a potential notch on my bedpost. I was struggling to control my
emotions and I had not even started the first lecture. The posts in my
nipples and ring through my clit insured I was more aroused than I had ever
been before in class.

I had always hunted for my pray at schools in Boston so I would not have
any conflict of interest at my college. I could tell this year was going to
be different. There was no way I'd be able to control my lust enough not to
bed a student. I watched as 16 nubile girls wandered into my
classroom. Each seemed sexier than the last. I knew I was in trouble. The
last girl to enter was also the youngest. Usually my classes are full of
upperclasswomen. The subjects just don't appeal to most freshmen. I'd seen
on the class roster that one girl, Penny, was indeed a freshman. It was
also the first period of the day so this would be her first college
class. I knew she would probably struggle. In my dream I remember thinking
I hope she needs some tutoring. As had been the case for the last few
months, however, I was the one about to get an education.

Penny positioned herself in the front row of the lecture hall. Hardly
anybody ever sits in the front row. She was stunning. She was also wearing
a very short skirt which showed off her athletic legs. She was also wearing
high heels. She didn't look like a typical student. She looked like me when
I was on my hunting trips.

The first class is always about my expectations and requirements for doing
well. I've given this speech so many times I can recite it by
memory. However, this time I stammered and struggled like a first year
substitute. The reason? Immediately after sitting down, Penny crossed her
legs giving me a deliciously naughty view up under her skirt. I wasn't
sure, but I don't think she was wearing panties.

We silently played a game with each other. She would move her legs,
crossing them, spreading them or even closing them for a short period of
time and I would lose my train of thought, misspeak and try to discretely
look at her without getting caught. She knew what she was doing and she
knew that I was falling into her trap.

The class was a blur. I'm sure the other students were confused, although
I'm sure I was the only one whose panties were soaked. After class the
students all filed out and I quickly locked the classroom door and pulled
down the shade. In my dream I sat at my desk, propped up my spread legs on
top of my desk and masturbated. I pictured doing this in front of an entire
lecture hall of students as Penny commanded me to show off how much of a
slut I am. I shamefully came in front of all of them to a loud round of
applause.

Then I woke up. As I said before my fingers were buried deep inside my
pussy just as they had been in my dream. They were also soaked with my
juices evidence that my alternate dream reality wasn't entirely
fiction. I'd just made myself cum dreaming of a freshman forcing me to play
with myself in front of my class. How much lower could I go? As it turns
out, I only had to wait until falling asleep the next night to find out.

As I said, my dreams had become much more vivid than I remembered them to
have been previously. I also remembered every detail something which I
never did in the past. My second dream started the same. Penny was teasing
me throughout the lecture. I did my best to ignore her and teach, but it
was a losing battle. The rest of the students filed out of the room when I
was done, but I heard them snarking that I was a terrible teacher and they
couldn't follow what I was saying. This was cutting me to the
core. Something else happened that day. Penny was the one who locked the
door after everyone else left.

She never said a word to me. She just walked over to me and put her hands
on my shoulders pushing me down into my chair. She then hitched up her
skirt, sat down on my desk, spread her legs and told me to lick her
pussy. Of course I did without hesitation. Penny began a verbal assault on
me telling me what a good submissive slut I was and promising to make me
eat her every day. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe my good fortune to
find a young girl who could see right through my soul and give me the
attention my body craved. I woke up again soaking wet, although my hands
were not at my crotch. In my dream Penny had not played with me or made me
cum and apparently I had not in bed either.

All day I kept thinking back to my dream. I masturbated several
times. Actually I teased myself several times but I forced myself to stop
before I could climax. I knew my dream mistress would want it that way and
I was determined to wait until tonight to see if I would dream about her
again.

I went to bed Tuesday night hoping my subconscious mind would continue its
journey into my submission to Penny. Fortunately it did not let me
down. Nor did it let me down the rest of the week. Each night I dreamed of
my own debasement. Each night the dreams became more vivid and real and
each night the acts of submission I performed grew more twisted and
perverted.

After my first dream of servicing Penny, my next dream had her walking late
into my lecture. She sweetly apologized and dropped a note on my desk on
the way to her usual front row seat. I left the note for a few minutes
giving her a scowling look at interrupting the class. When I reached an
appropriate break point, I unfolded her note. Her penmanship was
elegant. She was very refined for her age. The note said to go to the
bathroom and remove my underwear. I hoped the rest of the class didn't
notice my shock. I looked up into Penny's eyes. I know she saw my reaction.

I folded the note again and tossed it in the trash. We still had half an
hour for this lecture so I began the next section. Again the quality of my
teaching began to suffer as I was distracted by the order given to me by my
young temptress and because she was once again flashing me from her seat. I
was starting to get hot and bothered. I struggled through the section and
then told the class to take a few minutes to read into the next session and
that I'd be right back.

Grabbing my purse I headed down the hall to the ladies room. I went into
the nearest stall and quickly slid my panties off. They were soaked through
anyway and not doing much good. Getting my bra off was a more logistical
challenge, but it quickly followed my panties into my purse. I felt
liberated walked back to my classroom and wondered what else Penny had in
store for me.

When I got back into the lecture hall I immediately noticed another note on
my desk. I chose to ignore it for now. Everyone must have seen Penny put it
there and I didn't want to appear to be taking orders from a freshman. I
completed my lecture as best I could until the class ended. I was sure the
students would comment about my lack of teaching skills again, although
this time I didn't hear them. As they were filing out of the room I picked
up Penny's note. All it said was that I was to sit on the edge of my desk
and masturbate for us.

Us? Why us?

I looked up and besides Penny, four other girls had stayed behind when the
rest of the class left. My dream self flashed back to Cathy and her friends
at our picnic as I submissively stood up and walked to the front of my
desk. I knew the door wasn't locked this time, but that didn't stop me from
hiking up my skirt and sitting on the edge of my desk.

I hoped I was turning on my protagonists as I spread my legs and began to
finger my clit. I'm sure my golden ring was glistening with my juices. I
could hear the girls gossiping with comments like "damn, I didn't believe
you when you said she would do this" and "what a slut!" I also heard them
asking what else Penny could get me to do. I was lost in a dream world,
both literally and figuratively. I began to finger fuck myself with abandon
giving the girls a wonderful show. I moaned and groaned until I begged
Penny to let me cum. This seemed to surprise the other girls but Penny took
it in stride but denied me that pleasure.

My dream then took on a third person view. I was no longer looked at Penny
and the girls but hovered above them watching the scene unfold. I could see
the pleading look on my face, the stern look of dominance on Penny's and
the complete disbelief of the other girls. Penny told me I had to pledge
myself to her before I'd be allowed to cum. Of course I did that
immediately. She then said I had to pledge myself to her friends. Again I
complied without reservation. She then said I was to always wear skirts to
class and never wear underwear.

As I watched myself agree to those terms I thought "that is a good idea"
and began to frig my clit harder. I was about to cum whether Penny gave me
permission or not. The girls seemed amused by my submission. Penny
announced that tomorrow after class I was going to lick all their
pussies. She asked if "teacher slut" would like to taste five fresh young
pussies. I nodded and exploded into orgasm.

I rolled over on my desk and thrashed about as a monumental orgasm overtook
my dream body. My eyes were closed but I could hear the girls laughing at
me. I was still shaking and cumming as I heard the girls begin to get up. I
forced myself to open my eyes as one by one the girls filed by me on the
way out of the room. The last one, Betty I think, slapped me on the ass on
the way by. I had no protection from view as the girls opened the hall door
and walked outside. Betty propped the door open with a rubber stopper
sitting on the floor. I was unable to get off my desk for several minutes
but thankfully nobody seemed to notice.

Finally my body calmed down enough for me to peel myself off my desk and
stagger to my office where I sat with the lights off trying to calm
down. It was as if my dreams were teaching me how I was supposed to act
when classes started again. I woke soon after. I was a sweaty mess and
stuck to the sheets. My hands were both wet with pussy juice as were my
thighs. It was obvious that I had cum again during this dream. My body was
living my dreams.

I became distraught over the ferocity of my dreams as much as the
content. This wasn't the way a respected professor should be thinking about
her students. Yet I couldn't deny the pleasure I had been giving
myself. Being both intellectually curious, or so I told myself, and prone
to scientific study, I decided I wanted to test my new dream state. I was
already convinced that my subconscious was controlling whether I
masturbated when I slept. Now I wanted to see if I could give myself cues
as to what I would dream about. The next night before going to bed I made
sure to leave both a dildo and a set of nipple clamps on my nightstand. I
also actively fingered myself until I was good and wet, although not to
climax, before reluctantly shutting my eyes.

I didn't remember my dream that night, but when I woke in the morning I
found the dildo in the bed between my legs. The clamps were apparently
flung across the room at some point, but I could tell by the discoloration
on my nipples that they had been abused. It was clear my pussy also had
more action than just my fingers and the sheets were soaked as usual. Dang
I wish I could remember what happened. I thought of myself tugging on the
nipple chain with one hand while working the dildo with the other and got
myself all hot and bothered again. I couldn't resist taking another turn
with my dildo, although I left off the clamps. I also started thinking
about what else to leave on the nightstand tonight.

During the day I had some shopping to do and was walking around
downtown. Like many small towns, our downtown business district had been
decimated by the big box retailers near the highway. All that remained were
a few specialty shops. I tried to shop here as often as I could for my
coffee and went to a candle and bath shop on occasion. I was picking up a
pound of my favorite gourmet coffee when I spotted a new store. That was
unusual as new stores rarely picked this area. I guess the landlord cut
them a good price on rent.

The shop was called Spyland. I figured maybe it was a comic book store but
it turned out it sold gadgets and surveillance items. I didn't see how it
would ever survive in our small town, but I wanted to take a look so I went
inside. There were all sorts of items straight out of a James Bond
movie. Watches and pens with video or voice recorders and devices which
claimed to determine if your phone was tapped. Most of the stuff I will not
pretend to understand, but I did find one gadget which intrigued me. It
looked like a clock. OK, it was a clock. But it was also a webcam. The face
had an ornate design which hid two lenses, an infrared transmitter and a
motion detector. The clerk explained that whenever the detector sensed
somebody in the room, the camera would record video from the two lenses to
an SD card. One of the lenses was a wide angle and used regular light to
capture the whole room. The second lens worked in the IR spectrum. It was
more focused, but could capture nighttime images. He explained the video
would be green and grainy, but was pretty good if the subject was within 15
feet or so. He said the SD card would record up to two hours of video,
although I could switch it out to a larger capacity if needed. My mind was
swirling with possibilities and I bought the clock without delay. My plan
was to set it up in my bedroom and find out what my body was doing during
my dreams.

The first night I remember my sleep being restless. I had my dildo and a
vibrator on my nightstand and was disappointed to find them still there in
the morning. My sheets were also dry. I guess I couldn't program my dreams
after all. I reviewed the video footage from the SD card. The camera had
been turning on and off all night as I twisted back and forth in bed. The
IR picture was surprisingly good. I had put the clock on my dresser about 8
feet from the bed so the IR transmitter illuminated the bed well even
though the footage was worthless since all it showed was me restlessly
sleeping. That day I determined to make myself horny in preparation for an
erotic dream and masturbated whenever I could take a break in my class
preparations. It was maddening bringing myself to the brink and then
stopping. Every time I would play with myself I thought about whether this
was helping or hurting the chance that I would dream tonight. The scientist
in me said it was helping. The slut in me was crying out for an orgasm. The
intellectual side of my brain won, but if I didn't dream tonight, tomorrow
morning I was going to be getting myself off before I even got out of
bed. Fortunately, my satisfaction was not delayed that long and I
remembered every slutty detail of my dream.

My fantasy submission to my class took on a group mentality. Instead of
just a couple of girls, the entire class was involved. I guess my teasing
myself all day had some benefits. First, the administration had decided to
set certain performance goals for the students and if they didn't perform
well on some stupid test, my career would suffer. As a result, I needed to
find some way to motivate them. Of course Penny was quick to tell the
others that I had been servicing her on a regular basis and suggested that
if they did well on the test I would service them too. The other girls who
didn't know my nasty little secret seemed shocked, but I was thrilled with
her suggestion.  Penny's friends I'd already served showed little
emotion. I guess they already knew of Penny's plan. As we began a test
review, Penny suggested that for each right answer the class gave, I should
remove an article of clothing. I felt my pussy gush at the mere suggestion.

I had dressed very professionally that day. I was wearing a two piece
business suit, a white button down blouse, stockings, a garter belt, a lacy
bra and panties set and high heels. I knew I looked good. I also did a
quick count of how many items of clothing I was wearing. They would have to
get 10 correct answers to get me naked. I could tell by the look on faces
of my class that they were all in favor of this kind of test review and I
quickly agreed to her terms. I stood in front of the class and told them to
put all their books and notes away. I'd play the game but I wouldn't make
it easy.

I asked the first question. It was an easy one and I wanted to see just how
excited my class would become at the thought of stripping me. Every hand,
except one, went up and of course they got it right. I was ordered over to
the girl who had answered. She stood up and helped me remove my suit
jacket. She then placed it neatly on her desk. The second question was not
so easy. In fact it was quite difficult. At first nobody ventured a
guess. I mocked them a bit for struggling. Penny then raised her hand. She
gave a feeble guess. It wasn't even close.

I shot her a look of disappointment and then told the class that if correct
answers got a reward, then incorrect answers should get a
penalty. Everybody but Penny seemed to think that was a good idea. I walked
over to her. She was wearing a sweatshirt. In my fantasy dreams she was
never wearing a bra so when I pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, her
ample breasts flopped into view. She gave me a dirty "you'll pay for this
later" look at having the tables turned on her. I didn't say a
word. Instead I walked over to the door and flipped the deadbolt. I also
pulled down the shade. Things were starting to get interesting.

I tried to pick the most difficult questions I could. As outnumbered as I
was, I knew I would eventually lose, but I wanted to prolong my striptease
as much as possible. A new problem arose, however. The girls simply refused
to attempt an answer unless they were pretty sure they were right. I did
get several additional articles of clothing off them, but my apparel was
disappearing at a much faster rate than theirs was. Soon I was down to my
stockings and heels. My pussy was leaking profusely. I wanted the game to
end and for the class to gang up on me. I was running out of the hardest
questions I could think of and soon Betty took possession of my final
stocking and I was naked. I wondered what would come next.

I looked to Penny for guidance. She said to ask another question. She had
lost the most clothes of any of the students. She had been the only one
willing to test the waters on the toughest questions. In fact she was
sitting in just her panties. When I asked the question, hers was the only
hand to go up. I was confident she would get the answer wrong and join me
in the naked club. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to answer this
question as she would be risking her last piece of clothes. She responded
by saying I'd have to risk something too. She suggested correct answers
would now earn a minute of attention from me for whatever the girl
wanted. She stressed the word whatever. I know I caught the meaning and I'm
sure the rest of the class did to. Of course I agreed and of course she got
the question right.

My "punishment" was to stand next to her desk, facing the class, while she
masturbated me. She also gave a running commentary about how wet I was and
how much I had been enjoying the game. The humiliation I was feeling only
fueled my fire as I began to rut on her hand trying to get off. Sensing my
impending orgasm, she pulled her hand away and then held up her fingers for
everyone to see just how excited I had become. I was sure she had not
finger banged me for the full minute, but I wasn't about to complain. I
just asked another question, confident that her classmates would have more
motivation to attempt an answer.

I moved around the room as the students all of a sudden became
geniuses. Nobody was getting any questions wrong. The first couple of girls
finger fucked me and eventually I had a very squishy orgasm under the
intent gaze of a cute blonde. After that the next correct answer brought an
order to crawl to the victor. On my hands and knees I submissively made my
way to the back of the room where the girl used me as a foot stool. My butt
was pointed up the aisle and I knew the other girls were looking at my
pussy and moist pussy lips. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thigh
as I debased myself to my young tormentor.

I was ordered to sit on my desk and masturbate by one girl. Another had me
stand in front of her while she pinched my nipples. A third had me bend
over and grab my ankles while she spanked me. This seemed to be a turning
point as one by one I had to lay over the laps of most of the girls while
they turned my buttocks bright red. Penny then answered a question
correctly and as I was crawling over to her, I watched as she stood up,
pulled off her panties and spread her pussy lips obscenely. I didn't need
to be told what to do. I buried my tongue in her tasty pink hole rubbing
her clit with my nose. She tasted, as always, wonderful. She also grabbed
the back of my head. When the minute was up, I wasn't going anywhere. The
test review was over.

Five minutes or so later, she came and came hard. Her juices were flowing
as she shook against my face, grinding her pussy against me. When she
finished she pushed me back down. I fell backwards in a heap on the floor,
my face glistening with her happiness.

"OK girls, her tongue is open for business," Penny declared.

I felt Betty grabbing my hair and pulling me into a crawling position as I
was led to another girl who had apparently lost her pants and panties while
Penny was using me. I felt more fingers pushing into my overheated pussy
while I did my best to get the girl off quickly. When one girl was done,
I'd be led to the next. Hands were all over my body. If my nipples were not
being pinched, I was being spanked or finger fucked. I was howling with
pleasure as the hands kept me aroused while I worked to please each
girl. Did I eat everyone in the room? I don't know for sure. I lost track
of how many pussies I ate. I do know that at some point I was pulled back
up to my desk. Betty was lying naked on my desk wearing a big strap-on. I
licked my lips at the thought of finally getting fucked properly. Penny
then came into my view wearing a slightly smaller strap-on. She was also
pouring lube on her cock and stroking it up and down. It was clear what
they had in mind for me.

I didn't need any instruction to climb on my desk and mount Betty. I didn't
need any lube either as I was producing more than enough to slide easily
onto her fake cock. It filled me to my core. I would have been perfectly
happy to give her a good ride and satisfy my lust, but I knew that wasn't
their plan. I gave Betty a couple of good thrusts and then bent over about
30 degrees so I could give Penny a little wiggle. I then bent over as far
as I could. My breasts were mashing against Betty's abundant bosom. Our
nipples were rubbing together and I assume she got the same tingle I
did. What she didn't get was another girl forcing what felt like a baseball
bat up her backside. I know I'd taken bigger dildos up my ass, but not when
my pussy was already so full. Penny wasn't subtle and it was all I could do
not to scream so loud as to draw attention to my classroom.

It took Penny and Betty a few moments to establish a good rhythm, but once
they did, they gave me the fucking of my life. This was well received by
the rest of the class. They cheered their classmates on as they pounded me
relentlessly. I was cumming almost from the start and soon was cumming
almost non-stop. The room was a blur of faces as the girls gathered around
to watch my fucking. I heard moans other than my own telling me some of the
girls were masturbating or fucking each other. The room reeked of female
arousal. If anyone from the administration happened to walk by I'd have
been fired on the spot and maybe arrested. I was sure somebody was using a
cell phone to document my vile behavior and I was sure that would be used
as blackmail material. But I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was
the short moments in-between climaxes as the girls continued to pound my
helpless body. Over and over I came until I was so dehydrated that I
dreamed I passed out. Once I lost consciousness they stopped. Penny pulled
out of my now gaping ass and then rolled me to my side so Betty could pop
her monster out of my abused pussy. They left me in a naked, sweaty heap on
my desk. Once again I had a third person from above view as a couple of the
girls exchanged cell phones to show each other the video they shot while
Betty and Penny removed their cocks and got dressed.

I was still comatose, but my third person self watched as Betty took her
strap-on and forced it into my mouth before laughing and walking out of the
room. Penny grabbed her phone and took one final picture of me sucking the
phallus like a pacifier as I slept. She then left the room door open with
me on display. I woke in a pool of my own juice again. My vibrators
batteries had almost died, but it was still buzzing slightly on the
mattress between my legs. My dildo was resting on my chest just at the edge
of my chin. I felt sore. I felt used. My ass was on fire and my pussy had
obviously been punished. I was out of control. I wondered what the spy
camera caught. I crawled out of bed and grabbed the SD card. I booted my
laptop and slid the evidence into the card reader. There were two files. I
double clicked the one for the IR camera and watched as my night unfolded
in real time. "Oh my God," I thought. "What have I become?" as the images
of what I did began to dance across the screen.
 

Chapter 07
 

The video from the SD card began to play on my monitor. The playback is a
bit disjointed because of the way the camera records. When the motion
detector is tripped, the camera begins to record for two minutes. There is
a time stamp in the corner of the screen. I could tell I was restless when
I first fell asleep. The camera frequently recorded me tossing and turning
under the covers for about half an hour. I was then still for a couple of
hours and then the fireworks happened. It started simple. The camera turned
back on and I could see my blanket moving as my hand apparently began
working its magic over my pussy. I was glad I'd paid a little extra for the
surveillance camera that also recorded sound because I could hear my
breathing began to get heavy and then I could hear myself begin to moan.

I wasn't surprised to watch myself reach for the vibrator or even that I
had a noisy cum. I expected that. I did have two surprises. First was that
my dreams were not contiguous. By that I mean after I came the first time,
the camera clicked off for another hour before I masturbated again. All
told I had four erotic sessions in the seven hours I was asleep. The second
surprise was that at one point I was actually yelling out Penny's and
Betty's names begging them to fuck me. It was like I was sleep walking
except I was having sex. I didn't stay lying on my back either. I was very
active twisting and contorting myself into different positions. I even
begged to be fucked up the ass and I managed to DP myself with my dildo and
vibrator. Since I had not left any lube on the nightstand I had fucked my
pussy with the dildo to grease it up and then shoved it forcibly up my own
butt. No wonder I was sore. I made a mental note to leave lube out tonight
just in case.

I'd never read in any psyche journal about this kind of behavior. It was
scary and exciting at the same time. And speaking of exciting, I'm sure you
guessed by now that by the time the video ended with me stirring and
getting up in the morning, my hand was once again on my clit. It was now
two days until class started and I didn't know how I was going to face my
first group of students.

All day Saturday I switched between my final class preparation, checking my
email for a message from my mistress and masturbating. I was actually a
little scared about repeating such a dream as I had last night so I figured
if I'd cum enough during the day, I'd sleep the night through. Whether that
was the reason or whether it was just coincidence, I didn't dream that
night. I checked the camera again in the morning and I did toss and turn a
bit, but nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe cumming all day wasn't such a
bad idea I chuckled to myself.

Strictly for scientific purposes, I frequently masturbated on Sunday
too. There had to be a valid educational reason and not that I was turning
into a cum slut I kept telling myself. Monday finally dawned and after a
shower and breakfast I got dressed and headed to class. It wasn't until I
looked at myself in the faculty bathroom that I realized I had dressed
exactly as I saw myself in my dream. Again my fantasies and reality were
starting to blur.

I was shaking a bit when my students first filed in. I looked them over. I
knew a couple from years past but mostly they were new faces. Any one of
them could be Penny. I shook my head trying to clear that thought. As usual
everyone sat toward the back of the lecture hall with a couple in the
second row. Just as I was about to begin, a young girl, nineteen at most,
sashayed in and sat down right in the center of the front row. She pulled
out a notebook, opened it and crossed her legs. I quickly scanned the class
roster. If her name was Penny I think I would have lost it.

Well there were no Penny's, no Betty's and as usual, no freshmen. I took a
role call and the girl answered to Sheila. She was a sophomore. The girl
did nothing like the girl in my dreams. She sat there attentively and only
recrossed her legs once. I was a bit distracted, but only because I was
wondering why I wasn't more distracted. Finally I accepted her sitting
there was just a coincidence and my dream had not been a premonition of
what was to come. After the class I sat down at my desk as the students
filed out. My eyes were riveted to the girl. I kept expecting her to drop a
note on my desk with some inappropriate command, but she didn't. I'd
survived my first class.

My second class wasn't until the afternoon. I sailed through it. Nobody sat
in the front row and my mind finally began to relax and get back to
normal. That night I dreamed again, only this time I dreamed specifically
of the girl from my first class. Penny no longer was my antagonist. Sheila
was. Apart from the name change, not much changed as far as what I dreamed
about. I ate Sheila's pussy. She spanked me for it. She berated me. She
abused my tits. She fucked my ass and she made me do everything in front of
my class. I woke again drenched in sweat, but I was running late so I
didn't have time to watch the video. I just had enough time to shower, make
a cup on instant coffee and get to class on time. Of course I didn't dress
nearly as professionally the second day. In fact, by comparison, I'm sure I
looked like I'd had a wild night, which in a way I had.

Once again Sheila did nothing inappropriate except sit in the front
row. Although she didn't know it, I was secretly lusting after her during
the entire class. I don't think I made any strange lecture mistakes because
of it. If I did, I didn't realize it like I did in my dreams. I guess that
part of my dream wasn't coming true either. My fascination with this young
girl continued although she never showed the least inkling to want to see
me outside of class. Even when she came to my office after class to ask
some questions, she was 100% on topic. My panties were soaked, but if she
had any attraction to me she hid it well. I made a couple of probing
comments to see if she was receptive, but they appeared to go over her
head. Eventually I just gave up and helped counsel her about the class. I
continued to dream about her, however, and wondered how in the world I was
going to seduce her.

My dream life became sporadic. Some nights, if I was especially horny for
example, I still dreamed of submitting to a group of girls. It wasn't
always in my classroom, however. I dreamed of being attacked in the girls'
locker room by the volleyball team. Then I dreamed of being a faculty
chaperone for the track team at an away meet and being forced to service
them at the hotel. Other nights I slept straight through the night or at
least if I dreamed I didn't remember it and didn't wake up wet.

After a couple of weeks I was getting desperate for female companionship
and planned to head to Boston for the weekend. I had not had good luck at
the local lesbian bars finding what I craved so I checked the airline and
train schedules to see if either Susan from Amtrak or the gorgeous flight
attendant I had lusted over were likely to be returning to town. The
thought struck me that I was acting like a stalker, but I didn't
care. There was no way for me to know which flight the attendant might be
on, but the Amtrak return train where Susan should be was arriving late in
the afternoon. I knew she had at least an inkling to be receptive to my
advances so I figured maybe I would go to the station and see if I could
find her. Then I got a call that changed the course of my life. It was from
the Dean of Students. She wanted to see me about something one of my
students had said.

My mouth hit the floor when I heard the words. Let me tell you, getting
called to the Dean's office isn't any better for a teacher than it is for a
student. I was requested to meet the Dean at 4pm. So much for meeting the
5:30 train in Boston. I fretted over the meeting all day. Which student
could have possibly complained? I'm very careful not to show favoritism and
besides, it was the beginning of the semester. I had not even graded any of
their work.

At 3:50pm I arrived at the office. The Dean's door was closed and the admin
assistant told me to take a seat. I sat nervously on the edge of the
chair. A few minutes later the door opened and Sheila walked out. She
glanced at me and kept walking. The Dean called me in. I took a deep
breath, stood up and walked through the door to face the music. Sheila must
have complained about my fumbled attempt to seduce her. I sat down in front
of the Dean's desk. Our Dean of Students is in her fifties. She has gray
hair and looks very stern. At least she looked stern to me. She has been on
campus for over 30 years starting as a teacher and then rising through the
ranks of the administration. She knows everything that happens on campus. I
had a feeling I was done for. But I was wrong.

Although she looked stern, I guess I was just projecting what I was feeling
because the Dean was actual warm and friendly. Apparently Sheila had not
filed a complaint against me but instead had been talking about her
sorority needing a new faculty advisor. The Dean thought I would be good in
that role. Having never been in a sorority myself, I never considered
advising one before, but the Dean explained the previous advisor, Miss
Langston, had abruptly quit at the end of last semester and they wanted
someone to be in place before pledging started next week. I had heard
through the grapevine that Miss Langston had actually had an affair with
one of her students. I thought it was just an ugly rumor, but the Dean
confirmed that it was true and that Miss Langston had actually moved to
Florida to be with the girl. The Dean didn't want to talk about it. Instead
she steered the conversation back to the job she was offering me.

"The advisor role is pretty easy," the Dean explained. "You meet with the
girls every couple of weeks and just keep an eye on them. You will need to
be there more during pledging to make sure nobody is being hazed and during
hell week (the last week of pledging) you'll have to be with them a
lot. After that, things die down but you need to be there enough to make
sure the college rules are being followed."

She also explained that the advisor gets a stipend. It wasn't much, but a
little extra money would come in handy. I asked which sorority and she told
me Sigma Epsilon Xi. Immediately I recognized that as Julie and Heather's
sorority.

"Sheila from your class recommended you for the job. She said several of
her sisters raved about you last year and that was why she took your
class. She said you have been very helpful and accessible after class and
she thinks you would make a great advisor. She's the vice-president of the
sorority. That's a lot of responsibility for a sophomore," the Dean
continued.

"I'm not sure about this," I opined.

"Look Tammy," the Dean said. "I'm in a bit of a bind. I totally forgot they
were without an advisor and we need to get somebody in there quickly before
pledging starts. I trust you. Some advisors never show up and let the girls
get away with murder. I know you will not be like that. I know you care."

I can tell you this. My pussy cared. I also knew that just after I had made
my clumsy attempt to seduce Sheila I was suddenly offered an advisor's role
for her sorority. That meant working closely with the house leadership
which I now find out includes Sheila. This couldn't be a coincidence.

"Can I count on you Tammy?"

I told the Dean she could. She gave me a wide smile and told me I had
pleased her. I looked back at her someone confused. She'd just used a
phrase my mistress used whenever I did something particularly
submissive. Sheila certainly could know of my actions with Julie and
Heather. Heck, I'm sure I had a reputation in their house and now I was
suddenly chosen as their advisor? I was creamy with naughty thoughts of
becoming the house play toy. Of course, that would also ruin my
career. Miss Langston chose a student over her career. Would I be next?

The Dean gave me the phone number of the sorority president to and told me
to arrange a meeting. I didn't even wait until I got back to my office. I
was dialing her number from my cell as soon as I was in the hallway. Her
name was Taylor. She picked up the call like she was expecting me. She
seemed pleasant enough. I guess you have to be somewhat of a politician to
be voted president of your house. I offered to come right over but she said
she was busy and asked if I could come tomorrow around noon. Doing so would
mean I'd have to hustle over between classes, but I agreed anyway. I
suppose I could have asked her to come to my office, but the thought never
occurred to me. She told me when she was available and I consented to her
timetable. That night as I got ready for bed I wondered if I would dream
about Sheila and her sorority. I did.

The next morning I crawled out of bed sexually exhausted like so many other
recent mornings. I'd learned to set my alarm half an hour earlier so I'd
have more time to make myself presentable. I also dressed in my suit and
stockings. If I was going to meet with Taylor, I wanted to at least start
out professional. Sheila was in her typical spot and I was my usual
distracted self, although she did nothing but listen to my lecture and take
notes.

After my first class I retreated to my office to wait until it was time to
meet with Taylor. I'd like to tell you that I was focused on my class work
or at least on what I could offer the sorority as an advisor, but I
wasn't. I was focused on the growing need between my legs and my hope that
Taylor intended to satisfy it. It seemed like my panties were always wet
these days and now was no different. My office began to smell of arousal. I
knew I had to get out of there. If any of my students stopped by I would be
totally embarrassed. It was 11:30 and although I didn't want to seem too
eager, I went to my meeting with Taylor early.

I arrived at the house and knocked on the door. I didn't know what the
protocol was for just walking in so I figured I would wait until the door
was opened for me. It took about a minute, although it seemed longer before
a bubbly blonde opened the door. I introduced myself and said I had a
meeting with Taylor. She told me to come in and "not stand of formalities,"
explaining I could just walk in next time. She told me she would find
Taylor and that I should wait in the foyer.

The last time I was in that foyer I was collared and had just been used by
six members of the house. I remember crawling to the door praying nobody
else would see me. This time I had the opportunity to look around. On the
wall were framed pictures of each year's members. As I looked at the
pictures I realized none of the members were bad looking. Most of the girls
were stunning. Obviously looks was a prerequisite to membership. I looked
to find Julie and Heather's pictures. They were as beautiful as I
remembered and seeing them brought back a flood of memories of my initial
submission.

Just then there was a loud knock at the door. I paused wondering if I
should answer, but before I could move or anyone else arrived to greet the
guest, the door opened and an amazing looking redhead walked in. She looked
like a freshman, hardly over 18, built like an athlete and with the face of
a model. I was rooted to the floor looking at her. She closed the door, set
down her book bag and then in a loud and proud voice shouted.

"Humble pledge Sarah the Lioness requests permission to enter the Sigma
Epsilon Xi sorority house!"

The girl then stood silently. I continued to look at her. I understood her
nickname of "lioness." As soon as she said that I made the connection of
her long hair flowing around her head framing her perfectly and looking
like a lion's mane. The girl looked at me but didn't say a word or move
from her position. Finally I head a shout from the other room. "You may
enter."

Sarah relaxed and seemed to start breathing again. She picked up her book
bag and then introduced herself. I told her I liked her nickname. She
smiled and walked past me into the living room. I watched her incredibly
firm backside as she walked away. I could tell she was strong. I wondered
if she was into women. As I was daydreaming Taylor approached from the
other hallway and tapped me on the shoulder breaking my trance.

"You must be Ms. McShae. I'm Taylor. Nice to meet you," she said extending
her delicate hand.

I had looked at her picture on the wall but it did not do her justice. She
was achingly beautiful. I say achingly because immediately upon seeing her,
my pussy began to ache. I raised my hand to shake hers and I tried to speak
coherently, but I'm sure I stammered and mumbled my greeting.

"Let's go into the chapter room and discuss your plans for us," she said.

I had to follow her through the house. We retraced the route I had crawled
as we worked toward the back steps. Instead of going upstairs however, I
was led to the basement where the party had happened. I eyes were focused
on her ass swaying slowly side to side. I felt like a lamb being lead to
slaughter. I fantasized about the basement really being a dungeon where I
would be taken prisoner by this goddess and never released. Alas, the
basement seemed normal. We passed a mechanicals room, a laundry room, a
door that looked like a storeroom and finally ended up in a large finished
room. There was an impressive looking bar with about 10 stools around it, a
lights and sound system to rival a club, leather couches around the
perimeter, a wood dance floor in the center and a long folding table
currently setup with folding rows of folding chairs where apparently the
sorority held their meetings.

I had a feeling Taylor would sit at the table relegating me to one of the
folding chairs. This would have asserted her dominance over me from the
beginning. But she didn't. Instead she directed me to one of the couches
where we sat angling toward each other. This was definitely a more relaxed
position than I expected. Taylor was very friendly and disarming. She was
not at all the snooty uptight bitch I had been expecting. In fact, her
conversation was far more respectful of me than I dreamed possible. She
was, in fact, giving me the authority a member of the faculty should have
in an advisory role. I was taken aback by her attitude. Especially since
their last advisor had run off with a student I had been fully expecting
her to be far less positive about having someone from the faculty
monitoring their activities.

Taylor knew I didn't have a lot of time before I had to get back to my
class so we tried to cover a wide range of topics very quickly. My mind was
still drinking in her beauty, but I tried to remain focused on what I
understood my advisor roll to entail. I asked about Sarah and how she had
to yell and ask permission when entering the house. Taylor told me that was
so all the sisters knew a pledge had arrived. She explained it had always
been that way and the college never had a problem with it. I told her I
knew pledges had to endure some less than pleasant activities, but I didn't
think that one went over the line. Taylor winked and told me sometime they
did go a little far, but it was all in good fun. I made it clear that I
intended to enforce the policy against hazing and she told me not to
worry. I told he I thought pledging didn't start for another week. She said
formally it didn't but Sarah and a few other girls who were determined to
get into the house had gotten a jump start. She had a twinkle in her eye
leaving me to wonder just what Sarah was doing to earn her way into the
sorority.

We talked for about half an hour. My arousal never diminished. Even though
our conversation was in no way sexual, I couldn't help but be in awe of her
beauty and continually thinking about dropping to my knees in front of
her. I had lost track of time and it was Taylor who reminded me that I had
to get back to my next class. She told me on Friday was the start of hell
week for the pledges and that I should attend. I told her I would and then
followed her back out to the front door. Again I was concentrating on her
ass as we walked through the house. I could feel the moisture dripping down
my thighs as I slid into the bucket seat in my car. I was going to have to
do something about my pussy, but right then I had to teach another class.

Teaching did calm me down a little, but as soon as the bell rang I rushed
to my office to masturbate. Fortunately I remembered to lock the door
because several people, students I presume, did stop by and tried to open
the door. I had to stifle my moans with my hand as I brought myself off
twice before my lust was final sated. I snuck out of my office and down to
the bathroom to wash up before holding "office hours" with an open door for
the rest of the afternoon. That night my erotic dreams were in full
force. As you might expect, Taylor took a staring role. There were several
variations of dreams that week, but the most reoccurring theme was Taylor
and Sheila tag teaming me. One would fuck me while I ate the other. Once I
had made one cum, they would switch. Of course I came my fool head off both
in my dreams and in my bed. I couldn't wait until Friday night. I was sure
they would make me their own.

After classes were done on Friday I rushed home. I took a shower and did my
make-up just like if I was going on a date. I wanted to look my best, my
most alluring and my most available. I wasn't too concerned with looking
professional or respectable. I figured the girls knew what I was and the
sooner we got that out of the way the better. I didn't wear underwear. That
was my first decision. I wanted Taylor to have easy access to my
naughtiness. I also wanted to be sure my nipples would be prominently on
display. The pledges and sisters may all have been more beautiful than I
was, but I had knowledge and experience and I was keen to show it off.

I took a little time choosing a skirt. At first I pulled a tight black mini
out of my closet. I knew I looked hot in it and I loved the way it
restricted the movement of my legs, but it was a pain to unzip and it was
so tight it was tough to get a hand under it. Plus I knew I'd be leaking
fluids on the drive to the house so I decided on a looser skirt I could
flip up in the car. If things went to plan, Taylor would also be flipping
it up. For my blouse, I decided a tight plain white blouse was the best
choice because it would show my nips the best. Any shirt would be easy to
get off anyway. I finished with a pair of black fuck me leather
pumps. Looking in my mirror I reminded myself of my hunting days in Boston
only now I was the hunted and I was offering myself to this gathering of
young girls. I continued to look at myself and was getting more and more
excited. Looking at the clock I realized I still had an hour to wait before
it would be time to go. Part of me wanted to masturbate and part of me
wanted to hold on to that sexual energy until Taylor released it.

I decided on the later course and fritted around the house until I couldn't
take it anymore. I was going to be early, but I had to go. I went out to my
car which was parked in my driveway. I opened the door and then looked
around to see if anybody else was outside. I didn't see anybody so I lifted
my skirt and carefully got behind the wheel. My lust was in overdrive and
now that I was semi-exposed in public, I couldn't resist giving myself a
quick fingering. It felt amazing. I was masturbating in my driveway and I
didn't care that my neighbors might see me. My scent and moans began to
fill the car. When I started I had promised myself I wouldn't cum, that I
was saving that for Taylor and Sheila, but once I got going, there was no
turning back.

I don't know how much noise could be heard outside the car, but that was
the least of my worries. I'm sure anybody looking my way would have seen my
head rocking back and forth. Maybe they thought I was listening to the
radio. Probably not, but I was too far gone to care. I screamed when I
came. If the windows were down somebody probably would have called the
cops. As it was, my car seat was soaked and my hands smelled of
pussy. Looking at my watch I now realized I might be late. I'd played with
myself longer than I thought I would. I smiled at the thought of not
washing up and meeting all the girls smelling like a scank. I especially
liked the thought of shaking their hands and sharing my scent with them. I
took several deep breathes and started the car.

The drive over was uneventful. There were lots of cars in the parking
lot. Apparently all the members were there even the ones who lived off
campus. Like I had been instructed, I just walked up to the front door and
walked in. There was one pledge that arrived at the same time I did. She
was dressed in exercise clothes. I attempted to hold the door for her and
she thanked me but said she had to knock. I didn't quite understand so I
walked into the foyer and let the door swing shut. Immediately there was a
loud pounding on the door. Ten seconds later the girl walked in. Even
though there were several sisters standing in the foyer, the girl yelled
out her request to enter the house. Her nickname was "finger cuffs." I had
no clue what that meant. The sisters made her wait standing perfectly still
for about fifteen seconds before giving her permission to enter. She
immediately ran upstairs. I could already tell this was going to be a night
to remember.

I introduced myself to the girls. They seemed to know who I was. Obviously
I was expected. I stood and chatted with them as six more pledges
arrived. I asked how many there were in total and they said 12. They
explained the sorority was very picky about membership. Each year the
pledge class was limited to 12 plus 3 alternates who could gain admission
if any of the pledges washed out during the probation period. I asked how
often that happened and they said not often.

"We're pretty good at judging character so if you make the top 12 it is
because we believe you have what it takes to be a member. We've been wrong
a few times, but not regularly," I was told.

Sheila appears and spirited me away to the kitchen. She filled me in on the
details of what was going to happen. I was surprised to see several boys
dressed as waiters in the kitchen. When I asked her she laughed and said
"You don't think we're all lezzies do you? We're the hottest girls on
campus. The guys practically break down our door trying to nail us. And
believe me, we take every advantage of them."

I watched as she ran her hand under the chin of a very handsome and well
build guy who was holding a server tray. "Isn't that right, Brandon," she
cooed.

"Yes, Miss Sheila," he replied.

She continued. "We pick our boys as selectively as we pick our
members. Each one has, shall we say, certain attributes we find very
appealing." Her eyes darted toward his crotch. I knew immediately what she
was talking about. I also made a mental note to remember Brandon.

The night would start with the boys serving appetizers and then a sit down
dinner the house had catered. Apparently they had not found a male cook
which fit their membership requirements. After dinner would be a
probationary membership ceremony with sisters only and no boys. The pledges
would be probationary for the next week. If they passed, next Saturday
would be the full membership ceremony. I told her it was strange to have
boys so attentive to their needs and Sheila just laughed. She said finding
guys willing to serve them was easy. They had plenty to choose from. All
they had to do was wear some revealing clothes, bat their eyes and the guys
would be drooling and falling all over themselves just for a promise of
physical contact. She said the boys also enjoyed a reputation around town
from being chosen. I had no idea. I'd never heard that. But then again I
never hung out with the younger local crowd.

I had no doubt that a beautiful girl can wrap a guy around her finger with
the promise of sex. What concerned me was Sheila never gave any indication
that the sisters fooled around with each other. Maybe last years' graduates
were the end of that tradition. If that was true I was going to be very
disappointed. Although if what she hinted about choosing guys based on
their willingness to serve and their cock size was true, perhaps one of
their serving boys could serve me.

Taylor walked into the kitchen looking stunning as the day I met her. She
commanded complete respect in the room. All of the serving males
immediately snapped to attention and stood in a line as if they were in the
Army. She walked down the line inspecting them as if she was an officer
inspecting the troops. Of course an officer would never grab a soldier's
package and squeeze his balls. She was smiling as she teased each boy in
turn asking if they were ready to serve. I noticed on one boy she squeezed
rather hard causing him to grimace. But of course he responded, "Yes miss"
to her question. I looked at his crotch after she passed him. He was
obviously sporting a nice erection since her attention. I could tell from
the cut of his pants he was very well hung. I didn't know his name but I
made another mental note to stick close to him. When she was done with the
inspection, Taylor instructed the boys to do a good job and get out
there. She had hungry girls who needed to be taken care of. I had to
chuckle at how lucking this boys were to have two score plus eight
beautiful women (if everyone showed up) ready to jump them. I wondered how
many boys they had on call. I was just about to ask that question when
Taylor took my hand. "I need to talk to you in private," she said before
leading me back downstairs. The party room had been reconfigured with a
stage with 13 chairs. There was also about 20 chairs setup in front of the
stage.

"Tammy," she began. "Tonight and through hell week you may see some things
you think are outside what the administration says we're allowed to do. I
assure you it's not a big deal and the pledges all are here willingly and
will do most anything to join. The new girls will be taking a pledge
tonight and I'd like you to take one as our advisor too. I think you'll
have fun if you just sit back and enjoy what's going to happen. Deal?"

I'd barely heard her. I had been mesmerized by her face and the sound of
her voice. I nodded although I wasn't 100% sure what I was agreeing to.

"Good. Let's get upstairs and eat."

I followed Taylor's incredible ass back up the stairs. My mind was
completely focused on sex (both male and female) and not on the reason I
was supposed to be there, namely as an administration representative and
student advisor. All I could think about was how I was going to get Taylor
into bed.

The dinner was excellent and the service, well, it was spectacular. The
waiters had removed their shirts. It was almost like having Chippendale's
dancers serving us, although the boys were not as muscular. Still as I made
a survey of all their crotches, I could tell they all shared one admirable
trait. Even though I'd been off men since Julie first seduced me, I was
thinking it was time to jump back into the real cock scene.

The dinner conversation was light. The pledges were all treated as equals,
at least so far. Some of the sisters did make veiled comments about the
servers, but I was surprised by the overall lack of sex conversation. I'd
figured with this many nubile college girls in one place and 12 guys picked
for their physical attributes serving them that sex would have been topic
number one. After dinner the boys cleared the table while the girls made
their way downstairs.

Taylor ordered the pledges to take seats on the stage and then asked me to
do the same. I felt like I'd been accepted as one of them. Taylor explained
the pledge process. Tonight they would take a vow to the sorority and then
would spend time getting to know the sisters. The pledges were expected to
spend all their free time for the next week at the house. There would be
study time set aside, but most of their time outside classes would be spent
serving the sorority to see if they were a good fit. In my mind code words
like "serving the sorority" and "getting to know" the sisters meant
spending time on their knees eating pussy. At least I hoped that's what
Taylor meant. Taylor also explained each girl would be assigned a "big
sister" or mentor to help guide her through the pledge process. The big
sister would be in charge of her pledge although as President, Taylor could
overrule any order deemed hazing or outside the rules. Pledges were also
expected to follow the directions given by other sisters and definitely had
to continue the calling in procedure when arriving at the house.

One by one in alphabetical order the pledges took the oath. First up was
Alexis. She definitely didn't look like an 18 year old freshman. She was
obviously an early bloomer who had grown into the body of a woman more
mature than her years would indicate. Her hair was jet black. She didn't
have big boobs, but she had a tight little behind. Her butt was what I was
focused on as she stood at the front of the stage reciting the sorority
pledge. "I Alexis, pledge fidelity to Sigma Epsilon Xi, its sisters and the
ideals of sisterhood. I pledge not to reveal the secrets of my new sisters
and uphold the finest moral character. I will follow the instructions of my
superiors without question and will at all times act in the best interests
of Sigma Epsilon Xi."

My mind was still focused on sex so I heard plenty of code words in the
pledge. One by one as the 12 girls made their pledge to the sorority I
continued to convince myself they were really pledging themselves to
serving the other 36 girls and keeping it a secret from the outside
world. To me, "big sister" mean mistress and following the directions of
the sisters meant submissive sex. Finally it was my turn. I made my way to
the front of the stage. As she had with the rest of the girls, Taylor
introduced me.

"For those of you who have not met Ms McShae yet, she is out new faculty
advisor." I heard a few snickers in the crowd. The reaction drew a scowl
from Taylor before she continued. "She comes highly recommend from some of
our graduates and I'm sure she will be a great asset to the house. I want
to be sure everyone gets to know her in the next few weeks."

"Thank you Taylor," I replied. "I'm happy to be here, but everyone, please
call me Tammy."

I knew my juices were flowing and I wondered if any of the girls noticed.

"Ms McShae," Taylor continued ignoring my offer at informality, "as our
faculty advisor we know you work for the administration and part of your
job is to make sure we don't break the rules. However we do expect our
house secrets outside of any possible disciplinary action will remain
confidential."

Disciplinary action, hum, more code words my sex addled brain
deciphered. Taylor then had me repeat a very similar pledge that the
prospective new members made although I didn't pledge to follow orders. Of
course I would gladly follow any order Taylor gave me, a fact I wanted to
share with her when the time was right.

After I was done, the sisters gave a rousing round of applause to all the
pledges. Taylor said it was now time to choose the big sisters. Each of the
12 seniors' names was put in a hat. In another hat each of the 12 juniors'
names were placed. One by one the pledges chose their big sister from the
senior hat. Again in alphabetical order, Alexis went first. She lucked out
and got Taylor. She squealed with delight. I felt jealousy although I don't
know why. One by one the pledges picked their mentor. Each would then give
their new best friend a big hug and would depart the stage. Finally Taylor,
Alexis, who was sitting by me since Taylor was still running the show, and
I were the last ones on the stage.

"Miss McShae, since you are our house mentor, you will be working with me,
Sheila and the rest of the house leadership."

That sounded good to me. I'd been lusting after Sheila and I knew Alexis
would be around Taylor. Everything was falling into place, provided any of
the girls had lesbian leanings. Now that the pledges were done, the
sophomores took the stage. They were the girls whose big sisters graduated
last year. As a result they were now paired up with a junior to be their
roommate for the year. Although they were not called "big sisters" the
juniors were still expected to mentor their younger charges.

When all the girls had been paired up, Taylor asked two other pledges,
Maggie and Sarah to join Alexis on the stage. While they were leaving their
big sisters, Taylor walked over to me and whispered in my ear.

"This is one of those things the administration wouldn't approve of, but
trust me, the girls will be totally into it. Remember your pledge to keep
our secrets confidential."

Immediately I pictured Taylor telling the girls to strip and do something
embarrassing. Her next comment was embarrassing. I had that part right. But
the task wasn't what I had pictured at all. Taylor held a third hat aloft.

"Girls, according to your membership applications, you three are still
virgins."

What?!? I thought. There was no way Alexis with her body had made it out of
high school pure. Looking at Maggie and Sarah I couldn't believe they were
virgins either. Both looked experienced in the ways of love. Taylor
continued.

"Did any pledge lie on their application about their sexual experiences? We
will be checking your hymens so if you lie now, you will be dropped from
the pledge program."

Taylor looked over the crowd. As she did a nervous hand went up. It was
Jessica, the most innocent looking pledge by my estimation. If you had
asked which girl was a virgin, she would have been at the top of my list.

"Thank you Jessica. Please join the others. You will receive 10 demerits
for lying on your application. As punishment tomorrow you will clean the
kitchen. As a warning to all the pledges... 25 demerits and you're out. You
earn big demerits for lying, but forgetting to announce your arrival, not
following orders and talking back to a member will also earn you
points. Jessica, you're skating on thin ice right now."

I watched as Jessica nodded her eyes downcast. She knew she had made a
mistake. I also caught that Taylor said the girls would be checked to see
if they had lied about this most personal question. That was certainly a
rules violation. I started to make a list in my head. Taylor continued.

"Girls, the house has a reputation for excellence in bed. It is one of the
reasons we can keep studs like your waiters on call. Being a virgin doesn't
fit that mold. The names of the boys are in this hat. I can personally
attest to each and everyone's ability to pleasure a woman. You are going to
choose a man to cure you of your virginity. Your big sister will supervise
in her room. She will also give you some rudimentary pointers about
pleasing a man. You will get more formal training in that later. For
tonight, the boys have been instructed to make you a woman and not to
expect much in return. Your big sister will make sure they are compensated
later."

I watched as the girls each picked a boy out of the hat. They were then
escorted upstairs by their big sisters. I was left alone on the
stage. Fortunately Sheila and her new roommate, Cheryl, came to my
rescue. My lust was peaking and I knew I'd have to have satisfaction
soon. I was hoping Sheila would provide exactly that. Cheryl was another
beauty and I could see myself servicing both of them, but our conversation
was 95% non-sexual. Oh, it wasn't for my lack of effort. I tried through
hints to steer the conversation that way, but except for a brief mention of
the pledges being deflowered, the two were only interested in talking about
classes and getting my take on who make the best teachers.

Maggie and Sarah were the first freshly fucked pledges to return. I got the
impression they were not too satisfied. Jessica was third. She definitely
looked upset. Perhaps I would get the opportunity to teach them properly. A
few minutes later Alexis and Taylor returned. Alexis seemed to be happier
than her other three pledges. I guess the boy she had been paired with was
better. I'd had enough. Even though I had been waiting for one of the
sorority girls to make the first move, I decided to hit on Taylor. I moved
in on her and Alexis and asked how her first time was. It was an incredibly
inappropriate question for a member of the faculty, but I needed them
talking about sex before I could offer myself to their pleasure. Alexis
told me it was OK, but not great. I told her that was normal for her first
time and that she would get better. I told her she just needed to be with
someone with more experience. I also mentioned Jessica looked upset. Alexis
looked over at her with concern. She looked at Taylor who nodded and then
walked over to comfort her. I turned back to Taylor.

"She was OK with him, just a little nervous," Taylor told me. "I showed her
how to suck cock a little and then he took her. She just needs more
experience and to not be in a hurry. I'll help her get both," Taylor told
me.

I decided I couldn't wait any longer and decided to just tell Taylor how I
felt.

"Taylor, I'm sure you know about Julie, Heather and me from last year."

"I heard some rumors," she responded.

"I don't know what you heard, but it's probably true. Ever since I met you
I've wanted to get in your pants. I'll do anything you say. Anything."

I left the last word hanging in the air. I'm sure the rumors were probably
more like boasts of another teacher ensnared by Julie's web and how I was
basically her slave, albeit for just a little while.

Taylor didn't respond right away. Instead she just looked at me. OK, she
was staring right through me.

"As I told you earlier, not everyone here is into girls. There are a few
who would jump at the offer you just made me."

My heart was sinking as she began to reject me.

"I'm not one of them, but perhaps you can help me with Alexis."

My ears perked up. If Alexis had not been satisfied by her stud, perhaps
Taylor would give her to me to pleasure.

"Yes, I think you can help. Alexis," she said.

Alexis turned her head away from Jessica and looked over at us. Taylor
waved her arm gesturing that it was time to return.

"Alexis, our advisor has offered to help guide you through the emotions you
felt with Tony. Let's head up to my room."

My heart leapt as the thought of having these two goddesses alone was
quickly becoming a reality. Taylor might not prefer girls, but once Alexis
reported how good I was, I was betting she'd change her mind. I followed
the pair upstairs, my excitement growing with each step. Once we were alone
I was sure Taylor would offer me to Alexis. It turns out that wasn't quite
her plan.

"Alexis," Taylor began clearly not addressing me in the least. "Miss McShae
here has a problem. You also have a problem although yours is much easier
to correct. Your problem is Tony didn't satisfy you tonight. The root cause
is you don't know how to satisfy yourself yet so you couldn't direct him
how to please you."

So far I liked where this was going. She was going to use me to show Alexis
how to please herself. Goodie.

"Professor McShae has a different problem. She's sexually submissive and
from what I've heard pretty much a nymphomaniac. In fact she was just
begging me to use her as I saw fit."

That wasn't exactly what I said, but I was what I wanted. Still it seemed
very bad the way she phrased it to the girl.

"I don't know if you've ever thought about being with a woman, but the good
professor would gladly suck your pussy dry. In fact, she'd gladly do the
same to anybody here if I'd let her. I don't want to put you on the
spot. Losing your cherry is enough for tonight. But I want you to see what
a woman looks like when she really has a good orgasm..."

Did I hear her right? Maybe she was more into girls that she led me to
believe.

"Tammy I want you to show Alexis how wet your pussy is right now," Taylor
told me.

I had not told her I was wet, just that I was willing to serve her. Of
course I was wet with anticipation and had been most of the night.

"Alexis, watch Tammy closely and learn. This is what happens when your
pussy rules you instead of you ruling your pussy. Tammy, lift your skirt."

There was never a doubt in my mind that I would obey her. I could be fired
for what I was about to do but I didn't care. I looked down at the floor. I
could look either girl in the eye and began to hike up my skirt.

"See Alexis. You never got that wet with Tony and nobody's even touched
her. She's been lusting after me all night and that was enough to turn her
on."

"What are you going to do with her, Taylor," Alexis asked. The two were
talking as if I was wasn't in the room let alone standing in front of them
holding me skirt up to expose myself.

"There are a few girls who would gladly take charge of a hot bitch like
this. But for tonight, I'm going to have her masturbate for you so you can
see what I good orgasm is like. I'm sure it will not take her long. Right
Tammy?"

"Yes mam," I answered sheepishly.

I closed my eyes and began rubbing my clit. Taylor was right. I knew I
would cum quickly. Too quickly to really be satisfied and so quickly I'd be
extra humiliated by the fact that I so horny for these girls. Taylor kept
up a running commentary explaining to Alexis what I was feeling and
describing how the need for some people to submit can be overwhelming.

"It's kind of like the boys who served dinner. They're not true submissive
like Tammy here, but they're willing to do what we say within reason to get
their cocks sucked or to fuck us on occasion. Tammy here will do whatever
someone tells her and come back for more. She'll suck your pussy and let
you fuck her ass, won't you slut?"

I couldn't answer, I could only moan. Both girls knew exactly what that
meant.

"Our advisor last year had the same issue. She was turned on by serving
students. It really was a problem."

Hearing her describe Miss Langston that way was news to me. I had talked to
her frequently although we were not friends. I never suspected we were
sisters in submission. While Taylor may not have been ready to be my
mistress, I'm sure Alexis would tell the other pledges about me and soon
someone would claim me. The fueled my lust and drove me even
higher. Although Taylor had not instructed me to ask for permission to cum,
my training taught me it was the right thing to do. I also thought that may
prompt Alexis to "tell stories" so I looked them both in the eye and with
my most heartfelt expression I could imagine, I begged for permission to
cum.

"See what a slut she is, Alexis," Taylor commented. "She gets off on having
someone tell her to cum. Do you want to do the honors?"

I looked at Alexis waiting for the command.

"Can I make her wait?" she asked.

"You can, but I don't know how long she can last. She's pretty primed,"
Taylor responded.

"What says you teach? If I say no how long can you last?"

I was breathless holding myself on the edge of climax.

"Not long mam. Please I really need to cum."

I watched as Alexis pondered my question. I'm sure she really had no idea
what to do with me.

"Count down from twenty and then you may cum. Oh, and do it slowly."

That was a nice touch, I thought. Mistress Julie would have held me in that
state for 20 minutes instead of 20 seconds. My breathing became more ragged
as I got closer to zero and my release. Alexis's gaze got more
intense. Taylor seemed not to care. Finally I exploded giving Alexis a good
show, if I do say so myself, about what a woman should look like when she
has a proper orgasm. Alexis commented that it was amazing. Taylor commented
that she didn't know if I was going to work out as an advisor. She then
told me to pull down my skirt and go home.

My legs were still shaking as I left her room. My fingers smelled of pussy
and my thighs were splattered. I hoped I wouldn't run into anybody on my
way out. It was the second time I'd been to that house and the second time
I left with a wet pussy and tried to sneak out without getting caught. At
least this time I wasn't collared and crawling.

As usual my dreams were very vivid that night. I hated that Taylor had
rejected my advances but that didn't stop me from fantasizing about being
her slave and waking with my hands at my pussy. I didn't know if the
sorority had any scheduled pledge events on Saturday, but since it was hell
"week" I figured they must. I made my way back to the house a little after
noon. Not much seemed to be going on. There were a few sisters in the TV
room who greeted me warmly when I walked into the house. I asked if they
had anything planned and they told me there was a party at another local
college that night that many of the girls were attending, but no sanctioned
house event. That seemed strange to me, but I didn't get the sense they
were lying to me.

I had no interest in watching TV with them so I decided to try and find
Taylor, Alexis or Sheila. I started by heading to the kitchen. I found
something all right, but it wasn't what I was expecting. What I found was
one of the pledges, Kris I think her name was, on her knees scrubbing the
kitchen floor. That wasn't too much of a surprise as I know demeaning
manual labor is part of pledging. What was a surprise was the maid's outfit
she was wearing. She was dressed right out of a French fantasy catalog. I
cleared my throat so she would notice I was there.

"Oh, hi Ms McShae," she said. "You startled me."

"I'm sorry," I replied. "Do they always make the pledges dress like that?"

"No, it's just my turn. Two of us have to wear the costume each day. We get
to do the cooking and cleaning to learn to serve each other. At least
that's what they told us. Personally I think they just like bossing us
around."

She was an innocent. I knew what that costume signified. I was sure she
would soon find out too. I was sure 2 of the 12 pledges were on their way
to being plucked. Now I just had to figure out how to make myself number
13.

I wandered about but didn't find anybody else. I guess they had gone
out. Although it didn't interest me, I decided to watch TV and wait. I
began to feel very old as the girls had MTV on. It wasn't the MTV I
remembered from my college days. How they could watch that drivel was
beyond me. I pretended to be hip, but it was awful. After about 45 minutes
of my life that I will never get back, I heard the door open and saw Taylor
walk in. She was wearing exercise clothes and looked sweaty... and
beautiful as always. About 30 seconds later I heard a loud knock. The door
then opened and Alexis walked in. She too had been working out, obviously
with her big sister. She was very loud as she completed her call in. The
girls watching TV seemed very annoyed as she drowns out the sound of their
show. They quickly gave her permission to enter. Both she and Taylor
noticed me and walked into the TV room.

"Hi Prof," Taylor called out. "What brings you down?"

"Just checking up on you guys," I answered. "I don't think the Dean would
appreciate your new maid."

"She's not a problem. We just make sure the pledges get humbled a bit. It's
just good fun."

"What we're you guys up to?" I asked.

"Racquetball," was the answer. "We need to grab a shower. Why don't you
come upstairs and wait for us. Then we can chat."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse.

Back in Taylor's room the girls grabbed two towels and disappeared down the
hall to the bathroom. While they were gone my mind was picturing Alexis
giving Taylor a very personal scrub in the shower. I also took the
opportunity to snoop around Taylor's room in hopes of finding out more
about her. More specifically I was looking to see if she had any sex toys
or things which would give me information about what scenes she was
into. Alas, my search didn't bear fruit beyond a locked footlocker in her
closet. It was large enough to house most anything, but my inexperienced
fingers were unable to pick the lock. I gave up dejected and sat down in a
chair waiting for them to return.

Both girls soon arrived back at the room dripping wet and wearing only
their towels. It was much like I had dreamed and I wondered if I should
just drop to my knees on the spot. But Taylor and Alexis acted as if I
wasn't there. Not that they ignored me. We chatted. But they went about
their business as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Both
primped their hair and did their makeup. Alexis was the first to drop her
towel. She stepped over to the closet gloriously naked before me. From the
closet she produced a maid's costume which matched the one Kris was
wearing. I watch intently as she put on the sexy outfit.

"Time to vacuum," she announce to nobody in particular.

She definitely filled the costume better than Kris, I noted as she walked
out of the room. I turned my attention back to Taylor who had dropped her
towel by now. She was standing looking at her closet as if trying to decide
what to wear. I got a long, wonderful look at her near perfect ass. I knew
she was standing there much longer than necessary. She must have been
teasing me on purpose after I had offered myself to her last night. Finally
she chose blue jeans and a sweat shirt. Certainly deciding on that ensemble
would not have taken so long. I decided she was just toying with me.

Taylor had neglected to put on a bra or panties. As we sat and chatted
about the house and the pledges I caught myself staring at her chest on
more than one occasion. I couldn't see anything though the sweatshirt, but
the fact that I knew her breasts were swinging free made me try. Taylor
confirmed that they didn't have any specific pledge events schedule for the
day or Sunday for that matter. She said most would be at the party tonight
and that Sunday was just for studying and getting to know each other
better. She never offered an invitation to the party and I didn't ask to
go. It was on another campus and outside of my responsibility. I just
continued to try and converse with her while I tried not to get caught
staring at her. As was becoming my habit I left the house with a dripping
pussy, although this time I didn't sneak out.

I didn't bother going to the house on Sunday. It was clear I would just
leave frustrated by being so close to Taylor, Sheila and Alexis without
being able to do anything about it. I had such high hopes after Taylor made
me masturbate in front of Alexis, but apparently that was the end of her
plan for me. Monday in class Sheila again did nothing overt and again had
me completely frazzled and incredibly turned on by the time the bell
rang. I wasn't sure if I could even make it to my office to get myself
off. I might have to risk doing myself in my classroom. I only thought
about it for about 30 seconds after my last student had left. At least my
brain was still functioning at a high enough level to remember to get up,
lock the door and pull down the roller shade. I was in for a surprise as I
walk to the door, however, as it opened. I wasn't entirely surprised that a
girl from the sorority came in. I would have bet it would have been Sheila
or maybe even Taylor. I was surprised that it was Alexis.

She was the one who shut the door, flipped the deadbolt and pulled down the
shade. Apparently she wasn't here to talk. I didn't want to talk anyway so
I welcomed her with open arms, a tight embrace and a passionate kiss. She
kissed me back with a fiery passion which dispelled the inexperience she
had shown Friday night at her deflowering. She broke away from me. She was
breathing hard but now seemed hesitant.

"I'm sorry Ms McShae," she said. "I shouldn't' be here."

WTF! Was this some kind of pledge dare she had to do? Did Taylor put her up
to causing me to flood my panties? That made me mad.

"Alexis, is this part of your initiation?"

"No Ms McShae. I'm here on my own."

This perplexed me. Maybe she really was just inexperienced. Or maybe she
was lying to me.

"Why are you here then?" I asked her. She paused and then she stammered.

"Because of what you did Friday night," was her reply.

"Which part of Friday night?"

"In Taylor's room. When you made yourself cum."

It was my turn to pause. She'd seen me submit sexually to Taylor and even
though Taylor had paid little attention to me since, I wondered if she
wanted me to submit to her. Not that I wouldn't love to dive between her
legs, she just didn't seem to have the demeanor which made my legs buckle.

"Alexis," I told her. "You are a beautiful girl, but I don't think you have
the dom gene in you. I'd be happy to make out with you and even eat your
pussy, but don't expect me to be following your orders like I would
Taylor."

"Actually Ms McShae, I wanted to eat your pussy. I'll do whatever you say."

Now I really paused. Had I heard her right? This was a first for me.

"Did I hear you right Alexis? Do you want to submit to me the way I
submitted to Taylor?"

She began to act skittish. "Yes, mam. I would."

She was shifting her weight back and forth and looking at the floor as she
waited for my response. This had to be some kind of trick or stunt. There
was no way this innocent beauty would give herself to me.

"Why should I believe you," I told her. "I think this is part of hell week
and Taylor is getting off playing a game with me."

"No mam," she said almost in a pleading tone. "I've always preferred
women. Friday night when I said I was a virgin I wasn't fibbing as far as
guys went, but I've been with several women. When I saw how juicy you got
when Taylor ordered you to play with yourself I knew I had to try giving up
control. I've also got a thing for older women. I've never been with anyone
my age. I prefer women with experience."

I had plenty of experience. That was true. What I didn't have was
experience acting as a top. I wasn't even sure if I could do it. But since
there was no time like the present, I figured maybe I should find out.

"So you want to submit to a woman 20 years older than you," I began.

Alexis interrupted almost immediately.

"Usually I try to find women about 10 years older. You look amazing,
though. I can't believe you're in your late 30's."

"Please don't interrupt," I scolded her. It felt weird playing the
heavy. "From now on you will do what I say. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. The first order of business is for you to get on your knees."

She complied immediately. I unzipped my skirt and sat down in my chair.

"Since you've been with women before I assume you know the proper way to
eat your mistress' pussy."

Weird just became surreal as I called myself her mistress. I felt very
wrong as I spread my pussy lips waiting for this precious 18 year old to
crawl between my legs. She may have been inexperienced with guys, but she
had obviously sucked a pussy or two before. The fact that I was horny as
hell probably helped but soon she had me climbing the walls or more
precisely grabbing the arms of my desk chair and arching my back forcing my
pussy deeper into her mouth. Soon she had me cumming and I grabbed the back
of her head so she couldn't pull back as I flooded her mouth with my
juices. I was howling as I convulsed against her face and shook to the most
satisfying orgasm I'd had in a long while. It was even better than they one
I'd had at Taylor's command last Friday. It left me drained and slumped
back in my chair.

Alexis got up, straightened her skirt and gave me another passionate
kiss. I could taste myself on her lips.

"That was great prof. Can I come back tomorrow?"

I was past rational thought at that point. "Sure. Come back anytime," I
told her.

I watched as she unlocked the door and left the room. The door remained
open and I was splayed on my chair exposed to the world just like in my
dreams. I strained to regain enough composure to shut my legs and sit up. I
was still trying to recover, but at least no longer flashing my satisfied
kitty cat when I heard a knock at the door.

"Are you alright?" was the question from the woman who teaches in the room
next door.

"Yes, fine. I just felt dizzy at the end of class. I'm OK now. Thanks for
asking."

She left but I'm sure she didn't believe my flimsy excuse. I retreated to
my office to try and calm down before my afternoon class.

The next day after my morning class Alexis showed up again. Just like on
Monday she waited until everyone had left, locked the door, closed the
shade and then gave me a devilish look. She dropped to her knees and
crawled to my desk stopping only to sit up and place her purse on my
desk. She then dove under my skirt and ate me to another thunderous
climax. This time she didn't stop, however, and kept going until I came a
second time. Once again she left me breathless in my chair panting and
trying to recover from her talents. Wednesday was another repeat
performance as was Thursday and Friday. I was becoming addicted to her
tongue. My body had begun to crave her forceful licks, probing fingers and
beautiful glistening face smiling back at me when she was finished. I'd
even started to enjoy being "in charge" for a change.

I had not been back to the Sigma house all week. Alexis had kept me happy
and I didn't want to get her in trouble by revealing our secret
affair. Tonight I knew was the last night of hell week and if anything
inappropriate was going to happen it was now so decided I had to go. Much
like the first night of hell week I made sure to dress provocatively. No
underwear or bra, of course, as well as a short leather skirt, a sheer
blouse which I left unbuttoned above my nipples, high heeled fuck me pumps
and black stockings which came to just under the edge of my skirt. I
figured tonight was now or never for Taylor and me. Worst case, after the
ceremony was over, I figured I could fuck Alexis.

Walking into the Sigma house I felt like a complete slut instead of a
respected faculty advisor. If the Dean saw me now I'm sure I would have
been fired. The house was buzzing with activity. The pledges were all
dressed in formalwear and looked stunning. The sisters were dressed more in
club attire than formal but were nonetheless breathtaking. My outfit was
out of place for both groups, but I didn't care. I wandered around the
first floor looking for Taylor and eventually found her in the
kitchen. Usually I was speechless when I saw her. Tonight that was
reversed. She looked me up and down drinking in my outfit but saying
nothing. I assumed she knew about Alexis visiting my classroom and I
wondered if she was going to mention it.

"Welcome back Prof," she finally said. "I'm glad you could make it
tonight."

"I'm happy to be here," I replied, thrusting my chest out a little as I
did. I wanted to make sure Taylor understood my offer from last week still
stood even if I didn't verbalize it.

"Can you come up to my room for a few minutes?" she asked. "We've got a bit
of a problem I'd like to discuss with you."

I knew she was talking about Alexis. I also knew I couldn't avoid the
subject and if I got lucky, maybe Taylor would be upset enough to engage in
a little revenge sex. I followed her up the stairs. Alexis was already in
the room sitting quietly. Taylor grabbed my arm and spun me down next to
her as she began the discussion, although it was really pretty one sided.

"Alexis, I warned you not to let your pussy run your life or you would end
up like our slut professor here. And you professor... shame on you for
taking advantage of an innocent young girl."

Innocent?!? Hardly, I thought. I watched as Taylor brought her laptop out
of screen saver mode and there was an image I immediately
recognized. Taylor hit play and my moans of passion began to echo through
the room. I was right to be cautious that first day. Alexis had set me
up. The little bitch had a spy cam in her purse strap. That was why she had
put it on my desk Tuesday and every say since. The image was grainy, but it
was clearly me, in my classroom, with my legs spread and holding Alexis's
head while she serviced me.

"This video could ruin your career not only here, but at any school you
attempt to teach at. We own you now."

"But Taylor, I don't understand. This isn't necessary. I already offered
myself to you."

"I know you did slut, but we like to have a little backup in case you ever
change your mind. You also offered yourself to me, not the whole house."

"The whole house?"

"Yes. The whole house. You see, we have a tradition here at Sigma Epsilon
Xi. Starting tonight, the pledges become the slaves of their big
sisters. Some are stricter than others, but all will be schooled in the
ways of pleasing a woman. The sophomores will belong to the juniors. Next
year everybody moves up and we recruit a new batch of willing young
sluts. You on the other hand, will serve as the house whore. You will
follow directions from ANY SISTER and we may share you outside the sorority
from time to time, usually as a fund raiser. Basically we will own
you. Outside of your teaching schedule you will be here. You will maintain
your house to look normal to the outside world, but we will decide when you
may be there and who if anybody you may see socially. How does that sound?"

That was a lot to process and way more than I had expected. I really just
wanted to eat Taylor's pussy and maybe have her fuck me with a strap-on. I
still had a small amount of defiance left in me.

"I don't think the Dean would approve of your actions," I said resolutely.

"The Dean is an alumnus of this house. Believe me when I tell you she was
instrumental in picking you last year and is fully behind this. Oh, I
almost forgot, you will also be visiting her office frequently."

"How long does this last?"

"You're on probation for the first semester. After that it depends on
you. Some sluts can't handle the demands and go a bit crazy. If that
happens we'll get rid of you and the Dean will fire you. But don't
worry. From what I've heard from Mrs. Forrest you can handle anything we
dish out and will love us all the more. Eventually one of the graduating
sisters will purchase you as happened to Miss Langston at the end of last
year. You will then leave and we will find a replacement."

"Can't I just be your slave?" I asked Taylor.

"Oh, you are." She replied. "I will be your primary mistress and
trainer. You will serve me along with Alexis. That's the perk of being
President. But have no doubt, with 24 upper-class women in the house, your
services will be in high demand every day of the school year. During the
summer, some girls will go to summer school just to stay here and keep an
eye on you. We will put you on a vigorous workout schedule and get you in
the best shape of your life so you are able to satisfy our sexual
demands. You will be spanked, flogged, bound, pissed on and fucked. You
will eat pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You'll have one on one,
group sex and be gang banged. If someone can think of it, you're going to
do it."

"It doesn't sound like I have much of a choice," I said trying to sound
dejected but secretly thrilling to the plan Taylor had laid before me.

"If you ever want to teach again, you don't. But I know you want this so
don't think of us blackmailing you. You've been trying to get me into your
panties since we met and tonight I'm going to fuck you until you pass
out. Then I'm going to fuck Alexis while she lies on top of you."

"When you put it that way," I told her. "I accept."

"I knew you would. Here take this," Taylor said handing me a small white
pill. Alexis was holding a glass of water for me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Slaves don't ask questions," Taylor responded angrily.

No they don't, I thought to myself as I took the innocuous looking pill
from her hand and gulped it down.

"Good. Now let's get those slutty clothes off of you. You will not need
them tonight."

Alexis stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she pulled me up and
began undressing me. It didn't take long. Taylor then fitted me with the
thick leather collar with a monogrammed brass plate with the sorority's
Greek letters. I had not realized the initials spelled S-E-X before. How
did I ever miss that?

A leash was clipped to the collar and for the second time in my life I was
led crawling naked and aroused through the house. This time however, it
seemed like all the girls had gathered to watch and cheer. I was now their
slave. I crawled past countless beautiful and sexy girls on my way to the
basement. I wanted Taylor to just take me on the bar. Take me and make me
her own. But that was not part of the plan. At least not yet. The lights in
the basement were dark and subdued. I was also getting very sleepy. I saw a
strange looking table dominating the stage, but my eyelids were heavy and
the last thing I remembered was the floor looking comfortable as I fell
asleep.

When I woke up I was disoriented and scared. I was also unable to move, see
and was very warm. I could tell I was lying on my back with my legs spread
and my arms at my sides. I was being penetrated in my ass and pussy and
could only hear muffled voices. I called out for help but none was
forthcoming. I tried to move my arms and legs. I couldn't feel any cuffs,
although I could still feel my collar. My body was encased in a firm, yet
flexible gel material and I could feel the heat from my breath on my
face. Something was above me too. I had no idea how long I had been
sleeping. I began to cry at the situation I'd allowed myself to be in. I
wondered if this is how Miss Langston started with the Sigma's.

Over time the muffled voices became clearer and louder. Whatever was going
to happen was about to start. I had no choice but to watch as the black
fabric which had been covering me was pulled back. Bright lights blinded me
as my eyes had to adjust to the disappearing darkness. I could see a
Plexiglas top a few inches above me with air holes drilled in it. I tried
to look down at my body, but the gel held my head tight. All I could do was
look straight up. I say Taylor's face looking down at me.

"Welcome back slut," she said. I didn't reply.

"No doubt you are wondering what is going on. While all of our new sisters
are not virgins, some of them still don't know what it is like to have a
real juicy orgasm. Part of our program is to teach them how to enjoy sex
and get satisfaction. You are going to help teach them. I'm sure you are
wondering about the box you are in. A nerd friend who goes to MIT designed
it for me. You have been covered with the latest in packing material for
industrial shipping. While you were asleep, we placed you in this box. We
then poured the gel over you. It has since cured and hardened. You will
find escape impossible as you can't generate enough leverage. After you
have convinced the sisters of your sincerity to serve them this year, you
will be freed. In the mean time we have attached remote vibrators in your
pussy and ass. There is also a buzzing clit teaser you may not have felt
yet. If you look down at your chest you may see two tubes coming out of the
gel over your breasts. Those are attached to nipple suckers. For now, we're
going to keep the lid on you, so to speak, while we finish up our
initiations. After we're done, we're going to slide out the plexi so the
girls can have a little fun with your remote controls. If you're a good
girl, we'll let you cum quickly. If not, it could be a long frustrating
night."

I still didn't give her the satisfaction of a response. Taylor looked down
at me and smiled. She also showed me what looked like a TV remote. She
pointed it at the table and all three of the vibrators turned on
simultaneously. I couldn't be quiet any longer. I heard a cheer from the
assembled crowd. Then the vibrations stopped and I understood her
game. Like when I had bound myself on the train, my will to submit would be
tested. This time, however, instead of just pleasing my mistress, I had 48
girls who had a say in when I would be free.

Apparently the formal ceremonies had already finished and this part of the
initiation was to expose the new freshman sisters to their role submitting
to their senior counterparts. Again following alphabetical order, the girls
were brought forward. I couldn't see what was happening, but I know Alexis
was ordered to strip by Taylor. I could hear her complying without issue. I
knew she would. Even though she had been secretly filming me in my
classroom, I could tell Alexis was naturally submissive. I saw a lot of
myself in her. I knew she loved every slutty command Taylor gave her. I
knew she wasn't bothered by stripping in front of the entire sorority. I
heard Taylor explain that Alexis was to masturbate herself until she came
in front of the rest of the house. Taylor said the sisters have no secrets
from each other and being sexually open was the cornerstone of their
relationship. I finally could see her as she climbed on top of my tomb
using it as a stage.

I could only see her thigh, initially, as she sat on top of the plexi. I'm
sure her legs were spread and from the angle of her arm I could see, her
hand must have been in her pussy. I began to hear her mew as her fingers
began to work their magic. Once again my vibrators turned on. I'm sure my
echo of pleasure was louder than hers since she leaned over to take a look
at me in the box. This seemed to inspire her. She spun around and sat so
her pussy was right above my air holes. Not only could I see her fingers
dancing over her clit, but I could smell her special scent.

Alexis played with herself diligently to the growing approval of the other
sisters. I could feel myself becoming more and more excited as I watched
the young girl please herself. But just like on the train, my vibrations
stopped before I could cum. No doubt this was the plan. Taylor has plans
for Alexis too. Before she could cum she was ordered up on her hands and
knees. Her butt was on the edge of my box so her pussy was still directly
above my head as somebody, I assume it was Taylor, slid a fake dildo into
her pussy.

"I know you don't like guys, but how do you like my cock," hissed the woman
wielding the phallus.

"Oh yes mam," cried out Alexis. "I love your cock. Fuck me. Let me cum."

I had an up close and personal view of the toy sliding in and out of the
teenager. Alexis was ordered to keep masturbating while she got fucked. She
was also reminded not to cum without permission. I could tell she soon
would be begging to exactly that and I was right. Unfortunately I was a
long way from cumming as my vibrators remained off while she rode the fake
cock. Alexis's cries of passion were being drowned out by the cheers of the
crowd. I did make out her first attempt to beg for an orgasm. She was told
to do better. The crowd grew louder and I couldn't hear Alexis's subsequent
begs, but she must have eventually met their criteria because I saw her
tense up and then practically shoot the dildo from her pussy as she had a
strong muscle contraction. The hot air in my tomb mixed with the strong
scent of her passion making me dizzy. I imagined her getting a standing
ovation. My vibrators turned on again, although only or maybe 20 seconds as
Alexis was helped down and a new girl took her place.

This scene repeated itself until all 12 new sisters had exposed themselves
to the other members. Of course I was a sweaty mess of slut meat by the
time they were done. Whoever had the remote control was an expert at
keeping me on the edge. I had called out repeatedly to beg them to let me
cum. Basically whenever there was a lull in the action when the girls
switched out above me, I was yelling out for them to make me cum. This did
not inspire whoever had the remote to have mercy on me, but I did inspire a
few of the pledges. The fourth one in fact, with the help of a g-spot
vibrator managed to squirt on my air holes. Her ejaculate pooled above my
head and the slowly dripped through the holes onto my face. It was sick. It
was disgusting. It turned me on even more.

After the 12th girl finished, the plexi was slid out of my box. I got my
first breath of clean air in several hours. The smell of female arousal
hung heavy in the cramped basement room. I'd been begging none stop for the
past hour to be allowed to cum and at least 12 other girls had made a
similar journey although they had been allowed to finish. I'd been
picturing the sisters, overcome by the spectacle in front of them
masturbating in the audience. I don't know how many had done that, but it
was a nice fantasy.

Now that the pledges were officially members, attention turned to me. I had
already taken the house oath and pledged my submission to Taylor, but my
initiation was far from over. Sheila was first to play with me. She gave me
a big sloppy kiss. My face was the only part of my body not covered in the
gel so once she was done she began to suck on the air hoses which went
through the gel and attached to my nipple suckers. I'd forgotten they were
there until her suction brought my nipples back to life. I was moaning
non-stop as one by one the girls took turns playing with the remote
alternating strong vibrations on my clit, pussy and ass, sucked on one or
both of my nipples and gave me passionate kisses. I was going out of my
mind as they drove my body crazy and fueled my lust filled heart.

Over and over they drove me to the brink before backing away. They made me
pledge repeatedly to be the house whore and do whatever they wanted. Each
time I thought I'd finally get relief, but it was not to be. They pulled
out a video camera and filmed my debasement as each of the pledges took a
turn sitting on my face. I finally got to return the favor for all the
times Alexis had eaten me. She tasted divine and I looked forward to
spending quality time with her in Taylor's room.

Finally when I was done servicing all 12 pledges, Taylor announced I'd
earned my pleasure. With the cameras rolling and the sisters assembled
around my flexible goo bondage, all three of the vibrators were turned on
high and left there. Alexis and Maggie stepped forward to suck my nipple
tubes and Sarah pressed her cum stained panties over my nose.

Needless to say I blasted off like a rocket in short order. I was seeing
stars. My muscles were contracting, but my body couldn't move so it was a
very surreal experience. My orgasm rolled and rolled over my body and would
not stop. Taylor could have had something to do with that as she neglected
to turn off the vibrators and seemed to take pleasure in my nonstop
convulsions followed by muffled screams of ecstasy and foul mouthed curses
directed at her to stop. But she didn't. Orgasm after orgasm racked my
body. With each one a cheer erupted from the assembled crowd and with each
one I fell deeper and deeper into their evil clutches. Finally my body
couldn't stand anymore and I passed out.

This time when I woke it was with a jolt. No they didn't electrocute me,
but they did throw several buckets of cold water on me. Each drop felt like
a needle piercing my skin. I had been pleasantly warm in my gel cocoon, but
apparently that had been cut away. I was still lying on the table where
some time ago I had been teased and forced to service twelve young college
girls. It was also the table where I had my longest string of continuous
orgasms and so much pleasure my brain eventually shut down and I passed
out. Now the top of the form had been cut away. I was still very
effectively stuck, but now the cold water, apart from making me wide awake
and more than a little bit upset, was starting to drain around my body. I
could feel the gel starting to get slippery. I'd never been drowning in
lubricant before, but I realized this was part of getting me free so I
didn't complain.

After a few minutes Sheila took one of my arms and a girl whose name I
didn't remember grabbed the other. With a strong pull my body began to
slowly peel out of the gel. As I moved the remaining water quickly drained
around me to fill the void and then I was free. Sheila gave me a big hug
and told me I was amazing. The other girl then gave me a hug and told me
"welcome to the club." My legs were still a bit unsteady as I asked what
happened next.

"We're pretty much done for the night. Most of the girls have their new
little sisters in bed already. We're heading there as soon as we're done
with you. Alexis and Taylor are waiting in Taylor's room. I know she has
something planned for the two of you," the unnamed girl said.

I looked at the girl and then looked at Sheila. The girl must have been
Sheila's new junior "advisor." I envied her as I would love to be partnered
with either of them. My arousal was starting to tingle again as I pictured
the girl dressed in leather with Sheila collared and on her knees at the
end of a leash.

"Before I head up to Taylor, is there anything I can do for you in
appreciation of you setting me free?" I asked.

The girl and Sheila looked at each other and smiled.

"Taylor said you would be perfect for the advisor's job," Sheila said while
she started unbuttoning her pants.

I figured the other girl was higher in the pecking order so I looked at her
while I began to drop to my knees.

"You learn fast," she said while removing her skirt.

I did learn fast and I also knew I was expected upstairs so I was
determined to make quick work of the two girls. For her part Sheila was
easy. She had been masturbating while I ate her house mistress so she was
ready to cum almost as soon as my tongue touched her clit. The other girl
had taken a little longer and now seemed amused at how quickly her charge
for the school year had cum. My guess was they would be good together this
year.

After we finished, I was escorted naked up to Taylor's room. I didn't see
anybody in the common areas but the sounds of love were echoing all through
the house. I didn't see the serving boys and assumed they were taking an
active role in the party. I wondered if any of them were waiting in
Taylor's room.

Upon my arrival Sheila told me to knock first and wait for permission to
enter. She and the other girl then disappeared into another room. I felt
like such a fool standing nude in the hallway waiting for my new mistress
to let me enter her room. I was shivering in a combination of chill and
excitement. After a few minutes the door opened. Taylor was once again
standing in front of me. She was wearing a see through robe and looking
every inch a goddess. I wanted to drop to the floor and kiss her feet in a
show of complete submission. Which I did.

Whether her face showed pleasure at my display or not I do not know. My
eyes were focused on her ankles. I do know that as she pivoted and walked
back into the room, I crawled behind her. She told me to stand. Looking
around her small living area, I didn't see Alexis. I wondered where she was
but knew better than to ask. Taylor began to speak.

"Tammy, you've done very well tonight. I'm glad you have experienced how we
treat our advisors and have agreed to continue in that position. I know you
are exhausted so tonight we will rest. Tomorrow you will begin to get to
know all of the other girls."

She had not asked a question so I didn't make a sound. She seemed pleased
that I had already been trained when to speak. Apparently Alexis had not
learned that lesson yet. Taylor walked over to a closet where I first saw a
tightly bound and gagged Alexis slumped on the floor. Taylor helped her hop
into the room and then unbuckled the red ball gag she was slobbering
around. She also gave Alexis a stinging slap across the face.

"Have you learned to only speak when spoken to, slut?"

Alexis was almost in tears when she answered. "Yes mistress."

"Good. Tonight you and Tammy will be sleeping together. Neither of you are
to cum or attempt to pleasure each other or your punishment will be
severe. Is the understood?"

We both answered "yes mistress" in unison.

"OK then. Let's begin."

We were lead into her small sleeping room. It was dominated by a king size
bed. There was barely room to walk around the mattress. I also noted there
were several I-bolts attached to strategic locations. I had no doubt I
would be learning how Taylor used those bolts very soon. For tonight
however, she chose to belt Alexis and I together in a tantalizing 69.

Our tie started with a cuff around my right ankle which had a long belt and
a ratchet. I had a similar one on my right wrist. Around my left ankle and
wrist I had another cuff which just had a clip. Holding my hands together I
realized the ratchet had a slot where the clip would attach holding my
wrists tight together. I didn't look down but I'm sure my ankle cuff had a
similar arrangement.

I watched as Mistress Taylor fitted Alexis with cuff which only had
clips. She was then ordered into the bed and instructed to scoot over to
the far side. Alexis was told to lie on her side facing out. I was then
instructed to get in the bed and lie facing her. As I said before, Mistress
Taylor wanted us in a 69 position so I was instructed to turn
around. Fortunately the bed was plenty large to accommodate us.

Once we were in position, Taylor clipped my legs together and affixed
Alexis's arms. I then felt the strap wrap around my leg and then around
Alexis's wrists. Taylor used the ratchet to remove all play from the
strap. She then repeated the process on my wrists and Alexis's legs. We
were now bound hand and foot to each other. Of course Taylor was not
done. She used addition belts to secure our thighs and torsos. Now my face
was pressed into Alexis's heavenly pussy as mine was in hers. The order not
to service each other would be a hard one to keep. Mistress Taylor reminded
us both that tomorrow we were going to have a long day and that we needed
our sleep. She said she didn't want to hear a peep out of us or feel the
bed shaking since she needed her "beauty" sleep. She turned the lights off
and joined us.

I was doing my best not to do anything which might provoke Alexis. I
assumed she was doing the same. Of course Taylor was not bound, so to
speak, by our situation. She began to masturbate. I had not been with her
enough to know if this was typical for her or just a show on our behalf,
but she was pretty descriptive about what she was thinking about. Neither
Alexis nor I were spared graphic retellings of how Taylor felt as we both
came in public before the other sisters. She also fantasized about how we
both might serve her in the future. I was trying to take mental notes,
although that only served to get me all juicy again. I felt sorry for
Alexis as I was sure her struggle to obey Taylor was growing more difficult
by the minute. So far she refrained from licking my pussy, but I could feel
the wetness begin to seep onto my face so I knew she was paying very close
attention.

By the time our new Mistress came, I could tell we both were ready to beg
for our own satisfaction. Fortunately our new mistress must have been
feeling generous after her own orgasm and told us we had 3 minutes to
please each other before it was time to sleep. I dove my tongue quickly and
deeply into Alexis tasting her sweet nectar. I was hoping she would return
the favor with as much gusto as I was showing her. We rocked slightly back
and forth. As I sucked her clit with abandon, she used her tongue to tease
me and then lap at my flowery petals. I wasn't sure if I could make it at
her present pace, but I was determined to show I could follow mistress'
commands so I stayed focused and in under 2 minutes she was quaking through
a solid cum. Unfortunately this also meant her focus on my needs came to an
end and soon after my mistress called times up. I had not cum, but Taylor
did take pity on me at least a little and spooned me until we fell asleep.

That night I had my usual erotic dreams, but I didn't come there
either. Waking up I knew that meant nobody had taken pity on me during the
night. Taylor was already out of the bed. Alexis was awake, but we were not
going anywhere. She warned me that she really had to go to the
bathroom. She said she would hold it as long as she could, but if she
couldn't wait, she wanted to apologize in advance. I told her that I
understood. I also told her that I didn't have to pee, but if she did she
should expect retaliation. I hoped that would give her enough incentive to
hold back.

Fortunately Taylor returned soon after Alexis had warned me of her
impending flood. Mistress was also quick to release us and send us to the
bathroom to take care of our morning needed. When we returned I saw a large
dildo attached with a suction cup to Taylor's coffee table. Both Alexis and
I froze in the doorway when we saw Taylor's new friend.

"Alexis," she began. "Last night Tammy got you off but you didn't return
the favor. This morning is her turn. In fact, all day whenever Tammy needs
a little pleasure you are going to be waiting for her. Understand?"

"Yes mistress," the girl replied.

"Good. First, I want you to show us all how you love to suck cock and get
that thing good and wet for her."

I watched as Alexis dropped to her knees and started blowing the rubber
cock. She had confessed to me that she didn't like guys so I doubt she was
too pleased with giving head to a fake dick. After she had it good and
slimy, Taylor ordered her to prepare me. This time she dove into my pussy
with much more gusto that last night. In short order she had me juicy and
ready to fuck. Alexis may not have liked cock, but I had no such
reservations. I also didn't know when I'd get this opportunity again so I
practically sprinted to the table and mounted up like a cowgirl ready to
start a rodeo. The cock was too big for me to take all of, but I did my
best. It filled me completely. I began to rock up and down taking as much
as I could without accidentally hurting myself. I had a vision of Taylor
coming up and pushing me down tearing my pussy apart. I then had a vision
of her ordering me to fuck my ass with the monster invader. I didn't know
which option was worse, but just thinking of them had my lust growing. I'm
sure I made quite an erotic sight. I say that because a few of the other
girls walked into Taylor's room and said so. They were obviously jealous,
but being the sorority president has its perks.

Taylor let me ride the dildo until I came. She busied herself pinching
Alexis's nipples. Overall I was glad to be where I was instead of cumming
last night. When I was finally done cumming, Taylor put thick collars on
both of us and told us to get downstairs for breakfast. We walked naked out
of her room, down the stairs and into the dining room. The other freshman
girls were already there. They all were naked and all were wearing
collars. Apparently nobody had decided to quit the sorority when they found
out what really happens here. Alexis and I took our place at the
table. None of the other sisters were sitting although a few were watching.

I think they were studying the new class of slaves trying to gauge their
reaction when six boys walked out of the kitchen carrying plates of
food. The boys didn't seem phased by the sight of 13 naked girls. OK 12
naked girls and 1 naked woman. I also wondered what payback had been
promised the guys and if I would be participating.

The boys placed the plates in front of the girls. Nobody moved to pick up
silverware. Whether the other girls had been instructed to wait I didn't
know. Taylor had not given me any instructions so I just went along with
what everyone else was doing. As if on cue one of the juniors told everyone
they could eat and the 13 of us began eating breakfast.

Breakfast was uneventful other than when one of the seniors decided to
humiliate her freshman a bit. She began by reaching around the startled
girl and began to play with her nipples. The elicited a distinct moan from
the girl. Satisfied that the nipple play had aroused her charge, the senior
moved her hands south to the girl's pussy. She was whispering something in
her ear that I could not hear, but I could tell the girl was enjoying the
feeling her new sister was stirring in her young soul.

As I expected, the senior girl didn't stop until her slave had a noisy
orgasm. The boys definitely enjoyed the show as did I. I expected an all
out orgy to break out. I would have settled for Taylor to give me the same
treatment. My body was craving to be used by any and all the people
present.

As breakfast began to draw to a close the announcement was made that 8 of
the 13 of us needed to volunteer. They didn't tell us what for. I looked
around and apart from Alexis, nobody else was holding up her hand so I
did. Taylor seemed pleased that we were the first two. One by one the peer
pressure caused other girls to join us until only five remained. Taylor
announced the group.

"That was pathetic. The five who didn't volunteer just earned
punishment. Go downstairs with Mistress Josie."

I watched as the five girls followed Josie out of the room. They all were
looking at the floor. I think we just volunteered for pleasure.

"Alexis and Tammy, I am please my girls were the first to volunteer. Please
clear the table and do the dishes."

I was disappointed, of course. I wanted sex not manual labor. But as I had
pledged my undying service to Taylor, I didn't complain but instead stood
up with a smile on my face and grabbed my plate and the plate from the girl
on my right and started to the kitchen.

"The rest of you will blow our waiters as payment for their service to
us. Take them into the living room so the sisters can gauge your skills."

Now I was really upset, but I didn't show it. I held my head high and did
what I was told. After the girls had taken the boys to the living room and
we had cleared the table, Taylor followed us into the kitchen."

"I know you are disappointed Tammy. I'm sure you would rather be in either
of the other two groups. But I had to protect Alexis. I know how much she
hates to be on her knees in front of a guy and I know she would really hate
to have to do it in front of a group of the sisters gauging her skills."

She had not asked a question but told me the information in the form of a
statement so I kept my mouse shut and kept working. I had a fake smile on
my face as I tried to finish rinsing the dishes and placing them in the
dishwasher. Why should I have to be punished just because Alexis can't
stomach sucking a little cock?

I played the good soldier in hope that by pleasing my mistress I would be
rewarded later. One by one the 6 girls returned to the kitchen to wash the
cum off their faces. I guess they were told to do it in here instead of the
bathroom as a warning to us to not piss off the sisters if we didn't want
to end up with a facial. Of course the reality was it was just making me
jealous.

When the dishes were done and the last boy had shot his load, the 13 of us
were reassembled in the living room. The five who had been punished all had
very red asses. The boys were dismissed and all left through the front
door. About half the upper-class sisters were present. I noticed two were
wearing strap-ons. My pussy instantly juiced hoping Taylor would choose me
to get fucked. She did, but not without some qualifications that I wasn't
too pleased about.

"I talked to the boys and they said your cocksucking skills left a lot to
be desired. Every woman in the house must know how to suck cock. It's the
easiest way to get a boy to do what you want. Promise him a blowjob and he
will do whatever you want."

I looked around and only Alexis and I did not look sad from being punished
or having their oral skills questioned.

"Tammy is going to give us a lesson. Isn't that right Tammy?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied not knowing exactly what I was getting into.

"Tammy here is an OLD pro."

I didn't need her emphasizing the old part. I was a pro so I guess that
didn't matter.

"She's sucked more cock than the rest of you put together."

There was a smattering of laughter in the crowd.

"Tammy is going to demonstrate on sisters Tracy and Violet. And if she's
good, just like a guy will do to you, they will fuck the shit out of her
for us."

Tracy and Violet moved to the center of the room. Their strap-ons were
dangling obscenely in front of them. Tracy was the first to speak.

"Come-on slut. Get to work."

She then pointed to her cock. I can't say I didn't want one of the boys as
a change of pace, but submitting to a beautiful girl always got my motor
running so quick as a flash I was kneeling beneath her with her dildo in my
mouth. I gave her a sloppy wet and noisy blowjob. I knew she wasn't really
feeling anything but I'd got enough cocks off with the technique to know
what worked. Violet then stood next to Tracy and pulled my head off her
dildo and pushed my mouth over her own.

Back and forth I went at the whims of my tormentors. Spit was flying and I
wished they could shoot their loads on my face. I also prayed I was doing
well enough to earn my fucking. Taylor was providing blow by blow, as it
were, commentary on my skills as one by one the freshmen were led next to
my head for a close-up look. By the time all 12 had examined my technique,
Taylor asked the crowd if they wanted to see me get banged. The freshman
cheered.

Taylor then asked Tracy and Violet the same question. They didn't show any
enthusiasm, but said the answer was yes. I'm sure they had been instructed
that would be the answer no matter how well or poor I blew their dildos.

I was told to get in the doggie position in the center of the floor. Violet
went first pushing her dildo deep into my pussy before beginning to fuck me
with a very possessive cadence. I was just starting to feel very good when
she stopped. I could see Tracy was moving in to take her place so I wasn't
worried they were done. As Tracy began sliding her cock into me Violet
moved around the front of me and had me repeat my blowjob. This time my
juices were coating her dildo and that made the task much more palatable. I
never get tired of my flavor and I never get tired of a big dick, either
plastic or real, filling my greedy pussy. Now skewered at both ends, the
girls built a nice rhythm pushing me back and forth on their
cocks. Violet's strap-on would be filling my mouth as Tracy's slid out to
the edge of my pussy and then they would reverse. It was heaven.

I'm sure the freshmen were getting an eyeful. I hoped they were learning
something. The specific lesson? Getting fucked by two people was fun. I
felt an orgasm begin to build. It wasn't close enough to worry I'd cum
without permission, yet, so I just let it build and enjoyed the ride.

Taylor apparently knew me well enough to know the moment when I was ready
to start begging to cum because just before I reached that point she
snapped her fingers and both Tracy and Violet stopped
instantly. Frustrated, I looked up at her.

"Girls, besides being accomplished at giving head and getting banged really
hard, we are experts at anal sex. I've never met a guy who was not break
the law for a chance at my ass. It is a very handy skill to
have. Fortunately our model Tammy is also a skilled analist."

Analist? I guess that's a nice way to say I like to get fucked up the ass
:-)

Taylor snapped her fingers again and Violet lay down on the floor. I was
then told to mount her. I started to straddle her reverse cowboy so she
could slide into my ass. Taylor gave me a stern look indicating I'd done
something wrong. I then looked at Tracy who was busy smearing lube on her
strap-on. I got the message.

I flipped myself over and easily impaled myself with Violet's cock in my
pussy. My naughty bits had been feeling lonely and I gladly filled myself
with her dong. I then felt Tracy pushing on my shoulders indicating I
should lean forward. That exposed my brown eye to her gaze. I'm sure most
of the freshmen also got a good view of my backdoor as she positioned her
cock at the entrance to my ass.

"Just relax slut," I heard Tracy say.

I laughed on two fronts. First, what Taylor said about my ass was true and
I didn't need Tracy telling me what to do. I knew she would get inside
without any problem. The second thought to make me chuckle was how everyone
about to bugger you always says to relax as if you could ever relax if you
had never done this before.

Of course I was relaxed and I could see the awe shown on the freshman's
faces as her cock slid easily up my pooper. I wondered if I was the best
choice for this demonstration as the girls were going to have a lot more
difficultly the first time their big sisters rammed something up their back
door, but I wasn't about to question Taylor's plan. With my luck she say,
"Oh yeah. I'd better get something bigger for you so they can see you
struggle to take it."

No I was ready for my DP and I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize an
orgasm. Violet and Tracy found their rhythm quicker that I would have
guessed they could. They obviously had done this before. Soon I felt my
arousal level back to where it had been when they had me doggie style. I
knew I would soon be begging to be allowed to cum and I knew that would be
met with applause. Again Taylor sensed when I had reached that point, but
instead of telling the girls to stop, she pulled off her jeans and panties
and straddled Violet pressing her very wet pussy into my mouth.

I loved her taste even more than my own and immediately set out to make her
cum. I relished the position I was in. Both my holes were getting the
pounding they needed and my taste sense was sated with my mistress's
copious fluids. It was perfect for me and I'm sure very enjoyable for our
audience too.

Taylor was once again giving commentary of my skills only this time I could
sense the changes in her voice as I brought her closer to the edge. I
wanted to stop and beg for my own satisfaction. I reached the point where I
could cum as soon as I heard the command. This was a wonderful place to
be. Mistress Taylor, however, had other plans. I would not have been
surprised for her to announce that I could cum as soon as she had. I was
surprised when she announced she would be cumming soon and when that
happened Tracy and Violet were ordered to fuck me even harder until I came
without permission.

I couldn't see her face but I could tell she was smiling when she announced
to the group that a fuck slut like me should be punished at every
opportunity. She had just set me up with the other girls with tacit
permission to punish me at their whim. You would think that news might have
caused me to slow down my service of her pussy instead of worshipping
it. But that is not how I am wired. If it pleased her that I should be
punished, then I should be punished. That was a small price to pay for the
colossal orgasm I could feel building in my gut. I pushed my face harder
into her pussy. She pulled back a laughed.

"Look at the slut trying to get inside my honey pot," she exclaimed.

My face was glazed with her juice. I held my gaze focused where it belonged
on her pussy as Taylor's henchwomen continued to DP me. Taylor moved back
so my tongue could contact her clit.

"That's right slave," she cooed. "Nibble my clit and you'll get your
reward. My reward, just as she had promised, was an order to Violet and
Tracy to "Fuck the crap" out of me as she held her spasming pussy tightly
against my face and came.

Violet was limited as to what she could do, but Tracy began fucking my ass
harder than any man ever had done to me. Their careful rhythm was
shattered. Both Violet and I were basically holding on for dear life as
Tracy slammed her cock into me over and over. Taylor, her orgasm finished,
had moved away leaving me to collapse forward over Violet. She was just
laying still, her strap-on still filling my pussy, as my breasts flopped
into her face as Tracy showed no signs of slowing down.

Over and over I begged for permission to cum. It wasn't that I expected a
reprieve. I knew Taylor was looking for an excuse to punish me and there
was no chance she would relent. But I wanted to give the freshmen a good
show so they knew how a good slave was expected to act.

Everyone gathered around us and began to cheer for me as I continued to beg
and plead for release. They all knew I was about to cum and they all knew
Taylor was not going to give me permission. I think they just wanted to see
up close how far I could go before cumming.

When I finally reached the breaking point I could feel my eyes roll back in
my head as I gave out an animalistic howl. I was lost in my own world. Were
the girls cheering? I'm sure they were. Were some of the girls
masturbating? Probably. Was another wet pussy rubbed against my face
marking me with their scent? I think so. But I wasn't sure of anything at
that point. I was so far gone I was in another world as my orgasm crashed
over me like a tsunami hitting a beach. I was gone that much was
sure. Taylor could have started my punishment and I wouldn't have even
noticed. I barely noticed when Tracy pulled her cock out of my now gaping
asshole. I did notice when she pushed it into my mouth for cleaning.

I'd recovered enough to be shocked back to reality by the nasty and foul
flavor of her cock. As much as I like the taste of my front side, I hated
my backside. But I knew I had to do a good job. I was still impaled on
Violet and Tracy had a strong grip on my head. The sooner I finished the
sooner it would be removed. As usual, Taylor was giving commentary. She had
recovered enough to tell the girls that the slave was always responsible
for cleaning the toys no matter how foul. She also said when they are with
a guy, it was the guy's responsibility to wash his dick and not to let them
take advantage of you this way.

Her comments only served to reinforce my position in the sorority. They
also made me love her even more. I had not admitted that to myself until
that moment and I knew I'd confess that to her soon enough.

Satisfied I done a good enough job, Tracy pulled out of my mouth. "Not bad,
slave," she said. "You can pay me back later today for the pleasure I gave
you."

So I was going to have to service her for fucking my ass harder than I ever
had felt before. What a strange twist my life had taken in the last six
months.

I looked down at Violet. I think she was tired of having me just sitting on
her. I took her head shake as an order to dismount which I did. At least
cleaning her cock was more pleasant and having my own flavor in my mouth
was a much better result. Like Tracy, she told me she looked forward to
having me pleasure her later today.

Apparently I was going to be in high demand as one by one all the
upper-class women in the room walked by congratulating me. As they passed
to a woman they said they all looked forward to "getting to know" me that
afternoon. They all also slid their fingers across my mouth and under my
nose. All the fingers were wet. The mix of scents was intoxicating as was
the thought of pleasuring 24 different girls in one marathon session of
sex. My juices were running down my leg and even though I'd cum not 5
minutes ago I was ready to start right then. It was going to be a long
day. My new life of servitude had really begun.