Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2016 13:24:11 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Catherine's Senior Year Chapter 2

Catherine's Senior Year Ð Chapter 02
By Tappy McWidestance


Author's Note: If you didn't read chapter one, you will probably be lost so
please make the investment in time to learn the characters. Chapter two
begins with Catherine, our heroine, having been discovered naked in the
hallway of a hotel by the Dean of the Education department (Genevieve
Beckett) at her college.



"What do we have here?" Dean Beckett said in a condescending tone as if she
was mocking me. I thought she knew exactly what we had there. When I didn't
respond because I felt her question was rhetorical, she advanced on me and
reached out taking both of my nipples between her fingers. "My what stiff
nipples you have. Your teachers never reported that to me Catherine."


A normal person would have attempted to defend herself or at least cover
her body. I did neither, partially out of fear but mostly because her
attention on my sensitive buds felt so good. Finally I stammered a
response, "Why would they?"


"You would be surprised, young Catherine," she said. It was so rare that I
heard my formal name that it startled me a bit. "We are a liberal arts
college promoting free thinking. The professors under my direction in the
English department, are always on the lookout for a young girl I might
enjoy."


Again I didn't respond, that is until she twisted my nipples and I
moaned. She smiled when I didn't yell. I'm not sure that she expected that.


"You seem much more adventurous than you pretend at school," she stated for
the record. When I didn't respond this time she dropped my nipples. I was
disappointed. But it didn't last. Her left hand went to my neck and pushed
me against the wall. Her right hand cupped my pussy. When I didn't resist,
she pushed two fingers inside. Again she smiled.


"Did your boyfriend put you up to coming out here naked? Are you this wet
for him?" She punctuated the question by starting to finger fuck me.


Between her hand on my neck and the pleasure of her fingers further south,
it was tough to answer, but I managed a breathless, "No." I then added, "I
don't have a boyfriend.


"Do you have a girlfriend?" she queried.


"No," I replied. "Well, I have a friend and she is a girl. That is why I am
out here without clothes. But she is not my girlfriend."


"So she just told you to walk down the hall naked and you did it?"


Her fingers were magic in my pussy. Her thumb was also rubbing my clit. She
seemed to know just what to do to excite me.


"No," I said, again breathlessly as I was focusing on what her magic hands
were doing and the helpless feeling her hand on my throat brought me. "It's
just a thing we do for excitement. She's probably in the room masturbating
right now after walking down her before me."


Dean Beckett pulled her fingers out of my pussy eliciting a groan of
frustration from me. She then held her fingers in front of my mouth. I
didn't need to be told what she wanted me to do. It was the first time I
tasted myself from someone else's fingers. I found it very erotic.


"So your friend, who is a girl but is not your girlfriend, masturbates
after streaking. Does she do this often? Do you watch?"


She removed her fingers so I could answer, although she still held me by
the neck. "Yes and yes."


"So are you two gay, bi, what's the story?"


"No," I replied quickly realizing that she hadn't asked a yes no
question. "I mean, she wants to try being with a woman. I think that is why
being naked in front of me and playing with herself is such a turn-on."


"And what about you?" she asked.


"I've never been with a woman," I confessed. "I'd never thought about it
until recently. Actually, I guess I have done more than Di has since you
caught me. I don't think she has had another woman finger her."


"Di?" she said quizzically. "Do you mean Diana the freshman? One of my
talent scouts has been monitoring her."


Dean Beckett moved her hand back down and began rubbing my clit, although
she didn't finger fuck me again. I think it was to reward me for being so
forthcoming with information. My head was spinning because she had been
monitoring Di. I was a little jealous that she had not been following me,
but that quickly passed as her actions were causing an orgasm to build deep
within me. I could feel my knees beginning to buckle and found myself being
supported more by her hand on my throat. I was also moaning constantly.


"I enjoy playing with girls who understand their place and can follow
instructions," she said again sounding condescending. "Can you follow
orders, Catherine?"


I was on the edge. I just needed her to rub me a little longer so of course
I answered affirmatively. I assumed that she would rub me harder and bring
me off, but instead she stopped.


"You say that," she told me sternly. The look in her eyes reminded me of
the Dean I knew at school. She then pushed two fingers back in my pussy,
but she held them still. "But you will need to prove it before I give you
the release you crave. Get down on your knees."


I felt her hand move away from my neck. It actually felt strange now that
it was gone. She also took a step back to give me room. She didn't point
and she didn't repeat her command. I paused for a moment. The fear of being
caught had been exciting. But nothing compared to what I felt right then
and I dropped to the floor in front of this beautiful and powerful
woman. In my soul I felt a weight lift off me as I knelt in front of
her. She had promised me nothing but given me everything.


I watched as she removed a long silk scarf she had wrapped around her
neck. I had read about bondage and assumed she was going to tie my
wrists. Instead I observed as she tied the end into a slipknot and then
positioned it over my head and tightened it against my throat. It was soft
and I could have easily torn it off. But the symbolism was real and I
understood the silent conversation.


"Crawl behind me," was her simple, direct command. After that, she started
walking slowly down the hall. I did as she ordered. Her pace was easy to
keep up with. The humiliation of being exposed in this manner was
overwhelming. Being naked was one thing. Being leashed and crawling behind
another woman was another. She asked me which room was mine and if I had
the key card. I told her and she took the card. We stopped in front of the
door.


"Di will want this. You need this. There is a difference."


I watched as she slid the key card through the lock. She then pushed the
door open and tugged the scarf beckoning me to follow. I didn't know if I
was more embarrassed to enter the room on my hands and knees or whether Di
would be since, of course, she was lying on the bed playing with herself.


"I found this slut by the vending machines," the Dean announced. "She tells
me you are hot to have your first lesbian experience. By the way, she beat
you to it." Di looked up and stopped rubbing herself.


"Don't stop on our account," the Dean told her although she didn't resume.


"After you bring yourself off, kneel on the floor with your legs spread and
your hands behind your back. We will come back for you in a little while."


She walked past me and tugged on the scarf. I didn't say a word to Di, but
her fingers were moving again. Back into the hallway we went.


"That girl is about to have the best orgasm she ever has in her life
thinking about what it would be like to change places with you," the Dean
said confidently. "But yours will be better."


I felt compelled to follow her the rest of the way down the hall. Her room
was past the stairs at the end of the hall. It was a suite that spanned the
width of the hotel. She led me inside and the to the front of the
couch. She told me to kneel in the same way she had instructed Di. I had to
remember back to what she had said. I wasn't really focusing on Di at that
moment, but finally it came to me. Kneel, legs spread, arms behind back and
then I through in eyes cast downward. It just seemed right. As soon as I
got into position, the Dean told me she would be right back and walked into
the bedroom. I took a quick look, but I couldn't see her so I lowered my
eyes again. I heard her phone ring and she talked to someone briefly, but I
couldn't make out any of the conversation. She returned after about two
minutes holding several items.


She sat down on the couch in front of me. I wondered if this would be my
initiation to eating a pussy. I'd only had it done to me a couple of times
(my boyfriends have been lame in that regard) so I really didn't have a
good frame of reference as to what she might enjoy. But instead she told me
to hold out my hands. When I did she took my left wrist in her hand and
deftly buckled a leather cuff around it.


"I plan on having you stay for a while tonight so we'll use leather. It's
more comfortable," she told me. I didn't understand so I just nodded. Then
she told me to pull my hair back away from my neck. When I did, she wrapped
a collar around my neck. "I don't know how much you know about BDSM, but
don't read much into me putting a collar on you. This is just for play in
case I need to put a leash on you again. If I decide to clamp your nipples,
I can use the collar's ring to hold the chain as well." Again I really
didn't understand so I just nodded a second time. She had me put my arms
behind my back again and clipped the cuffs together immobilizing
me. Finally she put a leather blindfold over my eyes. As I was plunged into
darkness and for the first time, I really wondered what I was doing
here. It had been about fifteen minutes since I'd slipped off my bra and
panties because Di had told him. Since then a stranger (I did know who she
was but I had never really talked to her) finger fuck me, walk me like a
dog down the hallway, called me a slut in front of my friend and then went
to her room where she collared, cuffed and blindfolded me. Any sane person
would have gone screaming down the hall. I felt like I would cum if she
would just touch my clit again and my nipples ached for her touch.


"I need to change. A friend of mine is due to arrive soon. I want you to
remain in this position until she knocks and then open the door for her."


Another wave of humiliation at being seen like this by another stranger
flowed over my body. But then a follow up bit of rationality. "With my eyes
blindfolded, how will I find the door?" I asked. I didn't think that was an
unreasonable question. Apparently the Dean agreed because I felt her grip
the collar and pull me upward. The tug of the collar then guided me back in
the direction of the door. She spun me around and commanded me to kneel
again. I could feel the door with my feet. The only thing different this
time was she put her foot between my legs and kept kicking (softly) my
thighs until my legs were spread at the appropriate angle to please her. I
then heard her walk away and the door to the bedroom close.


Time stood still as I knelt bound and naked next to the door waiting for
another stranger to join us. My mind was reeling, but my soul seemed at
rest. Then there was a knock at the door. Instantly my heart started
pounding like it was going to burst through my chest. I don't remember ever
being so nervous and that includes the first time I walked outside of my
room naked. I stood up and leaned against the door trying to find the knob
with my bound hands. It was a challenge, but I succeeded.


I didn't know what to expect. I know I didn't expect a very soft feminine
voice to say, "Wow. You are even more beautiful than Mistress
described. "Did she really just find you naked by the ice machine?"


"Yes," I answered. "About 20 minutes ago by now. Did you say Mistress?"


"Yes," she replied. "Genevieve is my Mistress. I am her sub."


I had never heard Dean Beckett's first name. It seemed very formal, but it
suited her.


"Mistress Viv," the woman began, but then she stopped when I tilted my head
in confusion. "Sorry, most of the time she goes by Viv to be less
formal. Until she tells you what to call her, I would recommend you just
say Dean Beckett."


That I could understand. I nodded.


"I have seen you before. We have even talked, although I doubt you will
remember me by the sound of my voice. My name is Jillian, but Mistress
usually call me Sub Jules, slut, whore, fucktoy, cunt licker or anything
else she can think up on the fly to demean me."


I tried to think of where I would have met a woman named Jillian, but I
drew a blank. She sounded older than me, but definitely younger than Dean
Beckett. I didn't think she was a student. That meant she was either a
grad-student (Had she taught a class I took?) or some kind of
administrative person. That had me perplexed as I stressed to figure out
who she was and how she had become the Dean's submissive.


I felt her tugging my collar and leading me back toward the living room
area. I assumed I was in front of the couch again when she told me Mistress
would be upset if I wasn't on my knees when she returned. I probably didn't
look very graceful as I got back down on the floor, but I remembered to
spread my legs the appropriate distance.


"Oh my God," Jillian exclaimed. "Aren't you the cutest thing kneeling like
that? And those nipples. Mistress Viv loves big hard nipples. I hope you
enjoy nipple play because she is going to play with those for hours."


I blushed at hearing her describe me that way. Then I heard the bedroom
door open. "Mistress, you look amazing," I heard Jillian exclaim. "Thank
you slave," I heard Dean Beckett reply. She sounded sterner like I
remembered when she would address the students of her department.


"How do you like my new pet? I always am a sucker for a stray," she asked
Jillian.


"She's adorable," was the reply. Again I felt my face blush. "Is she really
a virgin?"


I may not have been with a lot of guys, but I was hardly a virgin.


"Yes," replied the Dean. "This is her first time tied and apart from a
couple minutes with my fingers inside of her, she is a lez virgin. She's
been thinking about it, though. It was easy to pick her up. She followed me
easily."


I sensed as they talked about me that I was to remain silent unless
directly addressed. Jillian was the next to speak.


"May I ask a favor, Mistress?"


Dean Beckett must have nodded yes because she didn't speak and Jillian
continued.


"It's justÉ I know how much you like nipples. Can I suck on hers for you
and make sure they are as big and hard as they can be?"


Now Dean Beckett replied. "I like that you pretended to make that about
me. Catherine, if I take you in to my family of happy subs, you must learn
that everything is for the benefit of your Mistress. Slave Jillian, I need
you for a special task, but for the next two minutes, you may suck her
nipples. One minute each. You are also authorized to touch her pussy, but
no fingering and don't make her cum."


The sound Jillian made could only be described as a squeal of
delight. Moments later I felt her lips close around my left nipple and then
three fingers begin to rub my pussy. I made my own squeal of delight at the
sensations immediately firing the nerve endings in my pleasure center.


I didn't attempt to count to figure out if she went too long. Approximately
half way through she did switch to my right nipple and instead of rubbing
my labia she switched to a direct assault on my clit. This brought a
throaty moan from my mouth. Fifteen or twenty seconds later, she stopped
rubbing me, although she continued to suck on my grateful nipple. I knew
her pleasing me was nearing an end. She had me worked up well, but as
instructed, she stopped rubbing my clit before I could build to a climax. I
both hated her for not getting me off and respected her ability to follow
orders from her Mistress.


"What now Mistress," Jillian inquired.


"Here is her room key," the Dean responded. "It's just up the hall. There
you will find her friend kneeling on the floor in a position similar to
Catherine. Take another set of cuffs, a collar, a leash and a blindfold
from my bag in the bedroom. Bring me a leash as well for Catherine. Then go
to her room and bind her friend. Her name is Di. She has been dreaming of
licking pussy, so once your have her bound and blindfolded, you may take
off your dress and have her service you. Bring her back here in twenty
minutes."


"Yes Mistress. Right away Mistress," was Jillian's reply.


"As for you, little girl," the Dean addressed me. "You will now begin to
learn how to properly pleasure a superior woman. You will also call me Miss
Viv. By the end of the weekend, we will determine if you are worthy to call
me Mistress."


I heard the door open and close simultaneously to feeling Viv's hand on the
back of my head. She pulled me forward. I rocked forward on my knees so my
body was now at a 45-degree angle and my head was brought between her
legs. It was not a comfortable position, but I instinctively knew my
comfort was not first on her priority list.


"Stick out your tongue, pussy slut," she commanded. I obeyed.


"Just hold it steady for now," she continued. I felt the first soft, wet,
folds of her pussy touch my tongue. She began to slowly undulate her hips
raising, lowering and rotating her pussy around my tongue, but never
forcing herself against me.


"There are times when your Mistress will need a soft touch, young one. Just
a gentle nibble and nothing firm. You know how sensitive you get after you
cum. Just soft licks or kisses to bring your Mistress down gently."


I didn't know how to respond so I just tried to nod my head. Since she was
holding it, I am not sure if she noticed.


"Then there are other times when she will want you to get in firmly and
tongue fuck her."

I don't know how to describe what she did next except to say that she
pulled my head forcefully against her pussy and ground it against my
mouth. I couldn't see what she was doing, but it seemed like she was
thrusting her hips slamming her pussy against me in a fucking motion. I
couldn't really do anything but kneel there and take it.


Miss Viv kept up her assault on my face for maybe 30 seconds. Then she
stopped and let go of my head. I rocked up into a straight kneeling
position in order to keep my balance. I could feel her wetness on my face
and her womanly aroma was plastered to my nose. My previous lack of desire
to be with a woman seemed silly now as all I could think about was getting
another opportunity to lick her pussy. Fortunately I wouldn't have long to
wait. I sensed Miss Viv standing up in front of me.


"Jillian will be very punctual in retrieving Di," she told me with a matter
of fact tone. "I will stand in front of you and you have until she returns
to make me cum. If you succeed, tonight will go pretty easy on you with
mostly pleasure. If you fail, you will be punished and I may just edge you
for a few hours to amuse myself. Do you know what edging means?"


"No, Miss Viv," I replied. My head up cocked upward as if I was looking at
her, although the blindfold prevented that. Still I figured it was a sign
of respect as if I could make eye contact.


"Edging is where I play your body like an instrument and bring you to the
edge of orgasm without letting you cum. I can do that for as long as I am
amused with you. At first you will like it, but it quickly becomes torture
as I bring you to the brink and then down over and over again. I am also
inclined to spank you whether you get me off or not just because I enjoy
it. But if I mix it with edging, I will drive you insane."


I thought about what she was saying and it kind of sounded exciting. I'd
always viewed getting myself off as something to be done quickly after my
boyfriend came too soon to satisfy me. Since I started streaking I had been
masturbating more and I took my time a bit more, but it soundly like she
was saying she would take a long time.


"How long do you stay amused?" I asked her.


"How long do you have?" she replied.


"All night," I said.


"A week is better, but since you are a novice, I would probably have pity
on you after a few hours. I put Jillian on a schedule when she first began
to serve me that had her masturbate four times per day (waking, lunch,
dinner, before bed) to peak, but not over, for a month to prove herself to
me. Needless to say, she was desperate for me to take her as my slave after
a month."


"Wow," was all I could say. "A month?"


"We are wasting time talking. Get me off and you will not have to worry
about thatÉ Yet."


Moments later I felt her pussy brush against my lips again. This time she
wasn't holding my head. She was just standing in front of me in position
where I could choose or not choose to pleasure her. I stuck me tongue out
and leaned forward just a bit. I then took a big lick as if I was being to
enjoy a lollypop.


"That's a good girl," Miss Viv exclaimed. Slowly she continued to
speak. "Start slowly... Get to know my flavor... Savor my juice... Inhale
my scent... You live to please meÉ Let Miss Viv take care of youÉ"


Each word drew me deeper under her spell. It was like she was hypnotizing
me, although I knew that was not possible. She spoke in low, slow,
monotones. I began to explore her folds pushing my tongue inside her. I
wished my hands were free so I could explore her more deeply. She continued
to calmly urge me on and told me how rewarding serving her would be. "My
pussy and its pleasure will become the center of your worldÉ Your own
cunt will exist only to please meÉ Your orgasms will be gifts that I get
youÉ They not longer are under your controlÉ You will not cum without
permissionÉ You will fuck when I say fuck and you will fuck who I tell
you to fuckÉ"


Her statements about no longer controlling my own orgasm and needing to ask
her for permission to climax reinforced my mental excitement surrounding
her description of edging. I did not understand exactly what she was
talking about in practical terms, but it was tremendously exciting. I now
wished my hands were free so I could touch my own pussy. Actually I craved
touching myself at that moment. I had not realized it until then, but her
simple action of cuffing my hands behind my back was her first action to
control my pleasure. That realization drove my arousal higher and caused me
to focus on my task of bringing her pleasure so I would earn my own reward.


I had never eaten a pussy, but that didn't mean I was totally ignorant of
the mechanics of how I liked to receive oral. I didn't concentrate of any
single action for more than a few seconds. Long slow licks along the length
of her pussy became short quick licks of her clit and then loving kisses
against and strong sucks of her love nub. Based on her sounds of pleasure
having replaced her training banter, I assumed I was having the desired
affect on her and the amount of fluid flowing her pussy to my mouth
confirmed I was on the right track. Juice flowing from my own pussy, I
still hated the word cunt although when she said it I did get excited, and
wetness flowing down my thighs even though I wasn't touching it
demonstrated I was where I belonged.


I continued to work on her delicious, delectable pussy. I didn't know how
long it would take to make her cum or if there was something else I could
do to hasten that outcome. All I could do was my best. I was 100% focused
on the task in front of me, although the ache in my loins from its own need
did distract me every 30 seconds or so until I beat my own needs down from
my conscious mind so I could once again focus on Miss Viv and her needs.


Several time I thought I had her ready to pop only to be disappointed that
her moans and ragged breathing did not herald the arrival of her orgasm but
simply the futility of my inexperienced tongue to satisfy her. Her gentle
inspiring words had become more degrading and forceful as she questioned my
abilities and why she would even consider taking me on as her slave. While
some may have seen that shift as a negative, I took it as inspiration to
try even harder to get her off to prove I was worthy. To prove to her that
I could be a good slave girl. To show her that I could learn how to gratify
her and make her happy. To prove I was worthy and worth whatever effort she
would need to make to properly train me to serve her. In fact, her sounds
of passion and amazingly an increase in fluid flowing to my mouth and
convinced me that I would soon bring her to a thunderous orgasm. Then the
bottom dropped out. I heard the key card in the door and Miss Viv
immediately stepped away.


In vain I leaned forward trying to get my mouth back on her glorious pussy
and the nectar I had feasted on just moments earlier. But she was gone and
I learned a valuable lesson. When blindfolded and cuffed such as I was, you
don't have very good balance control. I stupidly fell forward and planted
my face on the leather couch cushion. I heard Miss Viv laugh as I did
that. The joke was on her though as I could smell her scent strongly on the
cushion from when she had sat down earlier. I didn't move to get back up
very quickly. I am ashamed to admit it, but I licked the cushion trying to
get any remaining bit of her flavor to my taste buds. I heard the false
lens click of her camera app and realized my degrading position had just
been captured for posterity. I also wondered if she had video recorded me
while I ate her pussy. I certainly didn't want any recorded proof of my
behavior getting out in the Internet age. But then again I was in no
position to question her actions.


Jillian appeared to be having trouble with the lock as I heard her swipe
the card several additional times. I began to ungracefully raise myself
back to a vertical kneeling position, but Miss Viv corrected me and told me
to put my face back on the cushion so everyone could enjoy how desperate I
was to get any taste of her. How did she know that was how I felt? Finally
Jillian got the door open. Even without looking I knew she had Di in tow. I
had no doubt she had succeeded in her task of bring Di to the suite or that
Di would be bound similarly to me. I bet Di even made Jillian orgasm. That
was one thing I would do anything to learn better than Di. I had to bring
Miss Viv off and prove my worth.


But at the moment, I was more concerned that Miss Viv had promised to
punish me if I did not make her cum by the time Jillian returned. I heard
her clip something to my collar and then felt a tug indicating I should
stand. "This room isn't ideal for this, but we will make do," I heard Miss
Viv exclaim. "Jillian move the table out of the way. Catherine, you are
going to walk in a circle. The leash will guide you. There is nothing you
will walk into."


I didn't understand the purpose of this task unless it was to show that I
trusted her to walk around the room blind. Then I felt the
sting. Intrinsically I knew I had just been hit on the ass with a riding
crop. It made me jump, more from the shock than the pain, causing me to
pull away and causing the leash to snap my neck back. I almost lost my
balance.


"You will learn, Catherine, that pain can be very stimulating. It's kind of
a runner's high as your body responds to the stimulation it will fire your
nerve endings and release a flood of endorphins. Now walk."


I began to slowly walk. The leash attached to my collar kept me moving in a
circle. Every few steps, Mistress Viv, or maybe it was Jullian and
hopefully it wasn't Di, would snap the crop against part of my body. I knew
they could be hitting me harder if they wanted. I wouldn't call them love
taps but they were not full swings either. The first few were on my ass,
then I got swatted on the backs of my thighs, calves, the front of my
thighs, stomach and finally on my breasts, although they avoid direct
strikes of my nipples. I appreciated that, even though I was curious about
how that would feel.


I made probably ten circles around the room. The blindfold wasn't as
disorienting as you might have thought. From the sounds and direction of
the crop impacts, I determined whoever was holding my leash was not the
person using the crop. I could only assume Jillian was holding the leash
and Di was kneeling somewhere out of the way. I prayed Di was blindfolded
and couldn't see my punishment. Although she had started out relatively
soft, whoever was wielding the crop now was definitely using more force
now. But as Miss Viv had foretold, the pain was not as uncomfortable as it
was arousing. Not it's going to make me cum arousing, but each strike
definitely had an affect on my pussy and my desire to please Miss Viv and
for her to bring me to orgasm.


Eventually my cropping stopped and I was led by my leash toward the
bedroom. At least that was the way I thought we were going. For some reason
I had not considered that we would be going to the bedroom. I thought
everything would happen in the living room, although I had no reason to
have though that.


"I always get excited when I crop a newly discovered submissive," Miss Viv
told me. "You get a second chance to make me cum. Do not fail again."


I heard her climb onto the bed. The leash was still taut so I figured I
shouldn't move until directed. Then I felt a tug so I moved forward. I
stopped when I felt my legs hit the side of the bed. Then I felt a hand on
the back of my head. It pushed so I bent over. The hand left my head as I
began to bend. When I was at just over a 90 degree angle, my mouth once
again was positioned perfectly over Miss Viv's pussy. I knew it was her
because I remembered the smell and the taste. I began licking her with
enthusiasm. I also felt two fingers rubbing my pussy. Again I prayed that
was Jillian. Somehow having her to that was more exciting than if it was
Di. I also hoped she had not received the message that I was not allowed to
cum. When she pushed a finger into my pussy, well actually slid it in
without resistance because I was so wet, I moaned into Miss Viv's
pussy. She had released the slack on the leash, mostly because it would
interfere with my service to her sex, but had wrapped her right hand in my
hair and was holding my head tightly.


"Remember just to tease her," I heard Miss Viv instruct the person finger
fucking me. That was disappointing, but at least it was Jillian's voice
that responded, "Yes, Mistress. I'm going to tap her g-spot just like you
taught me."


"Great," I thought. "Jillian has been taught all about edging."


Oh, and she learned her lessons well. She always kept a finger inside me,
but she alternated tapping on my g-spot and my clit with her other hand. I
had never found my g-spot before. I felt like I had to pee but I also felt
like I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life.


Jillian was rhythmically bringing me close to orgasm and then backing
down. Miss Viv was apparently just lying back and enjoying my attempts to
bring her off. I wanted to make her cum even more than I wanted my own
orgasm, but I guess I needed to add to my skillset for that to happen.


"Please Miss Viv," I begged from between her legs. "Tell me what to do to
make you orgasm."


"You are doing fine little one," was her response. "I am enjoying watching
Jillian torment your cunt. You will get your orgasm later. Just keep eating
my pussy."


Time stood still as I lay with my face buried between her legs and Jillian
continually worked my arousal to bring me to the brink and then let me calm
down. The time it took for her to do this kept decreasing as my body began
to refuse to calm when she would stop and try as I might, Viv would not
climax. It was frustrating on many levels. But not as frustrating as when
Miss Viv told me to stop because I had, "Wasted enough time" trying to
please her. Jillian immediately removed her fingers from my pussy and
stopped tapping my clit. I groaned at my continued failure.


"I am sorry Miss Viv," I said almost crying. "Please teach me how to please
you."


"That may come later," she responded. "For now, get on the bed on your
back."


I scampered onto the bed. Her hands guided me where she wanted me. Her
touch felt magical. I wasn't comfortable lying on my hands, but I wasn't
about to complain. I spread my legs wide enough to give her access to my
pussy, but she didn't touch me there. Instead I could tell she snuggled up
next to me on my right side. She then put her left arm around my head and
began to toy with my left nipple.


"I like you Catherine," she told me. Her finger was driving me to
distraction, but I tried to listen. "Do not worry that you didn't get me
off. I could have cum several times, but you have not earned the privilege
of making me cum. Jillian has been very good so far tonight so she will
enjoy the reward of making me orgasm."


I felt the weight of another body on the mattress and then heard a
contented sign from Miss Viv as Jillian replaced me between her Mistress'
legs. Miss Viv didn't speak to me for several minutes. She continued to
just lazily tease my nipple with her fingertips. She would graze it with
her nails, rub it with her forefinger, wrap all her fingers over my breast
and then squeeze while drawing her hand up eventually pinching my nipple. I
was rolling side to side in a vane effort to get any kind of stimulation on
my pussy or at least to show Miss Viv what she was doing to me.


Then again, I'm sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Jillian
apparently knew exactly what to do to Miss Viv as well because her moans
increased in frequency at the same time she began to use my nipple more
forcefully. It was clear her teasing of me was an arousal trigger for
her. I may not be directly involved in bringing her off, but at least I was
participating. At last her vocalizations reached a fever pitch and I knew
she would soon explode. Instead though, she shouted to Jillian to get the
Hitachi and put the g-spot head on it. I immediately felt Jillian get off
the bed. I'd read about the Hitachi but I'd never seen one in real life,
let along use one. I wondered what a "g-spot head" looked like.


Viv ordered me off the bed as well telling me to kneel again on the
floor. Within ten seconds I was on my knees. I knew Miss Viv was off the
bed as well and sensed that she was standing in front of me. Was she going
to give me one final chance to bring her across the finish line? Would it
be three strikes and I'm out? No, it was neither of those, but it was the
most surreal moment of my life.


I heard the powerful Hitachi vibrator turn on. Then the sound was muffled
slightly. I could tell Viv was standing in front of my based on where the
sound was located. I had mixed emotions. I was happy she was going to
orgasm. I was sad I had not participated more. I'd been licking her pussy
for at least half an hour by my calculations and Jillian had added at least
another ten minutes. If it always took her this long I kind of felt sorry
for her. That feeling didn't last however because within a minute of
turning on the Hitachi, I heard to instruct Jillian to "Prepare her."


I sensed Jillian move behind me and kneel down. Was she going to force my
mouth against Viv's pussy one final time? No, she put her hands on either
side of my head and used her fingers to open my mouth. "Don't bite me bitch
or you will regret it," she exclaimed as she pried my jaw open. I wouldn't
dream of biting her, but I had to be cautious of a reflex action as this
didn't feel normal. But then Viv came. Oh boy did she cum and suddenly
everything was right in the world again.


With a shriek, Miss Viv reached her climax. I also understood her request
for the g-spot head for her vibe and she unleashed a torrent of squirt
straight into my face. I'd read about women squirting but I always thought
it was fake. This was not fake. She coated me. She hosed me down. She took
possession of me and marked her territory. She came as loudly as anyone I'd
ever heard, although granted that is a small sample. If anyone was in the
hallway or a nearby room, they would have heard her. It was amazing. Splash
after splash of her ejaculate coated my face and chest. It didn't have a
particular odor, but it felt warm and made me feel tingly. Jillian made
sure I couldn't shut my mouth so I received plenty of Miss Viv's gift
directly into my mouth. I didn't swallow and I didn't spit it out. I just
patiently took in all she gave me. I heard the Hitachi hit the floor and
the flying girl juice stopped. Viv was silent and I think she fell back
onto the bed. Jillian moved her fingers out of my mouth and then pushed my
mouth shut. "Drink her essence," she told me and I joyfully swallowed my
first mouthful of girl cum.


"She'll be out for a while," Jillian told me. "Come back into the living
room and I'll answer your questions." I nodded and Jillian was kind enough
to remove my blindfold. The amazing Miss Viv was sprawled across the bed
completely spent. Her chest was still heaving, but her eyes were
closed. Jillian helped slide her into a more appropriate position lying
with her head on a pillow and then wrapped the blanket around her. She then
took my leash and led me out of the bedroom flipping off the light and
shutting the door as we went.


It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust from the light. Di was still on
her knees in the living room. She looked our way when she heard us
return. She had to have heard Viv's orgasm. I wondered how that made her
feel. When Jillian removed Di's blindfold she looked me up and down. My
makeup and hair was a mess and Viv's squirt didn't help improve my
look. Unless you were trying for the trashy whore look in which case I was
spot on.


Jillian took Di's leash and led us both to the couch. She did not unbind
out wrists. My arms were sore from being behind my back for so long, but
that did not stop me from sitting down without complaint. I noticed Di did
not complain either. Maybe we both knew it wouldn't do any good. Jillian
brought the easy chair over so she was sitting in front of us. Before she
sat she leaned over us and touched both our pussies. She knew mine was
soaked from our time on the bed and she seemed pleased that Di's was as
well. Then she sat down.


"So perspective slave girls," she began. "What do you want to know about
serving Mistress Viv?"


Jillian spent about 45 minutes discussing what it was like to service
Mistress Viv, as she required all her submissives to call her. It turned
out that the Dean had quite a harem of girls ready to attend her needs. I
asked Jillian about the rings on Viv's fingers and she said that was mostly
to keep men from hitting on her.


"So she's a lesbian?" I asked.


"No," came Jillian's reply. "She's bisexual. She's also a switch."


"What's a switch?" Di asked before I could get the words out of my mouth.


"A switch is someone who is dominant at times or with certain people and
submissive at other times. In Mistress Viv's case, she is a Domme to women
and submissive to her Master."


"Mistress Viv has a master?" I said incredulously.


"Yes," she continued. "He introduced her to the lifestyle a couple of years
ago. Actually she figured he would be a one-night stand, but he's very good
and they are still going strong. After they had been together for about a
month, he brought in another woman for a threesome and she discovered she
liked being in charge over the girl. If she decides you are worth and you
decide to submit to her, you will end up serving him too."


"I'm not sure I like that arrangement," I said. Di remained quiet.


"It's not for everyone," Jillian said matter-of-factly. "But you need to
know what you are signing up for if you decide to continue."


"I'm out," said Di. "Please remove these cuffs."


"Of course," replied Jillian. "If you change your mind, you know how to
find us."


I watched as Jillian took Di's cuffs and collar off. At least Di would get
to cross sex with a woman off her bucket list. Of course she had no clothes
in the room, but I knew that wouldn't bother her as she walked out of the
door to head back to our room. I wondered if my staying would be the end of
our friendship. I'd come to realize Di was a good friend and I didn't want
to lose that. But on the other hand, I was not prepared to leave the suite
just yet. I was still skeptical of what I had opened myself up to
experiencing, but I also saw no reason to quit just yet. The boys I had
been with, while limited in number, we never particularly satisfying to me
sexually. Perhaps Viv's Master would be better. I certainly saw potential
in Viv's skills.


Jillian and I continued to talk. She told me about some of Mistress Viv's
rules. No orgasms without permission from Mistress Viv or Master
Robert. (She told me Viv's Master's name was Robert Wallace. I didn't
recognize him from school.) Respond to all commands immediately. When you
go to her house, you will immediately strip. She will dress you as
appropriate for your task. Both of them can share you at their discretion
and you will serve whomever you are shared with as if you were serving
Master and Mistress.


I had to interrupt at that one. "How often are you shared?"


"Master Robert shares Mistress Viv on occasion, but he is very
selective. He is very protective of her. She in turn is protective of me
and her other girls, but she does share us with a group of women, mostly
from the college, who also enjoy having a woman ready to serve their most
base desires."


"What about Master Robert? Does he share you?" I asked.


"Yes," she replied. "He has, but not very often. Sometimes he brings a
friend to Mistress' house as a reward and I have to suck or fuck the guy,
but they have always been sweet. I love a nice hard cock, so I don't
mind. Of course, usually, Mistress Viv gives me all the cock I can handle."


"Excuse my ignorance, but how does she give you cock? Does she share you
with other guys?"


"No, not as a rule. It did happened once. But I really meant she fucks me
with her strap-on. She loves using a strap-on on her slaves and making them
squirm and fucking them into submission. She actually had her strap-on
molded on Master Robert's cock except they shaved off a little of the
length and girth. He doesn't mind her fucking the slaves as long as he is a
little bigger than they usually get. I guess he has penis envy." Jillian
giggled a little at her own joke. I was still imagining what I would be
liked to get fucked by Viv.


As Jillian explained the lifestyle, it basically boiled down to do whatever
Mistress Viv or Master Robert say, fuck who they tell you to fuck, when
they tell you to fuck them and where they tell you to fuck them. Jillian
said if she disobeys she gets punished, just like Viv had threatened to
punish me, but that she loves being spanked and flogged.


"It turns me on so much to be over her knee or bound in a standing position
and unable to defend myself," she said proudly.


She also said some punishments were not so much fun. "I don't like being
caned and I'm not a fan of figging."


"What's figging," I asked. I was like a sponge taking in all the
information I could.


"Figging is using ginger root or another irritant like menthol on the
nipples, clit or usually in the rectum. It's a stimulant to the nerve
endings so for a while it's kind of nice, but you can't wash it off and
soon it will drive you crazy. Especially the ginger, if it is carved into
the shape of a butt plug, can drive you insane. I actually think of
spanking as a reward because I know Mistress Viv will usually let me cum
afterward. The figging is sometimes just to tease me and I know I am in for
a long night of frustration."


"I see," I said pretending to sound like I knew what she was talking
about. Jillian described, in detail, some of the things she had done,
including some naughty things in the school library. I admit hearing her
talk about her exploits was pretty exciting. I got the same feelings as
when Di would talk about her adventures and I would picture myself living
the same life. The only difference was now I could live that life, at least
if the Dean would have me. I heard the toilet flush from the master
bedroom's bathroom. Mistress Viv must have woken up. I wondered if she is
going to go back to sleep or if she was ready for more action.