Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 14:04:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Laura S <redhead91382@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Pupil
The Pupil
by Laura S.
redhead91382@yahoo.com
Since I am beginning a new chapter to my life, perhaps it makes more sense
to start a new series of stories rather than continue the "Laura's Dare"
series. I imagine that my readers will forgive this little change in
methods and that all of you will continue to enjoy the things my mind
releases from time to time. As I have mentioned before in "Laura's Dare
3", I am now without Mandy, my true love. Over the past two years, I have
come to live with that, although it has been a hard road back. However,
now that I have learned to deal with the pain of her loss, I will impart to
all of you the stories that have been collecting in my head during that
time. Some will be semi-factual while others will be totally fictional.
It will be up to you to decide which you think are which. That's the fun
of doing this......... letting the stories themselves take you on the trip
through my mind the way your's interprets it.
Most of you are aware of the flights of fancy that I have taken in the past
and of my penchant for, shall we say, different lifestyles. The standard
sensual styles don't hold much excitement for me, and many people who know
me well know that I would rather take the road less traveled. To say that
I'm a horny bitch would be putting it mildly. The two years I spent
mourning Mandy's loss have now become a daily search for erotic adventure
in nearly any way I can get it. The story presented here, and the others
to come, will be about that quest for the perfect orgasm.
We begin with a brief description of your's truly, as up till now, no one
really knows who or what I am. The "redhead91382" tag was an online role
playing identity and, in fact, I am not even a redhead. Nor am I 20 years
of age as was told in early stories, but 10 years older, having just turned
30 this past September. I am 5' 6" and weigh in at just under 120 pounds,
with a figure that could be described as thin. I wear a size 7 shoe and
opt quite often for footwear that tends to show off my feet and add to my
height. In other words, I wear a lot of "Come Fuck Me" pumps (lol). My
style of dress is almost always provocative, except when I am in my office.
I am self-employed in the Web Design business and have been the CEO of my
company since I inherited it from Mandy, who began the company nearly 8
years ago. I live in the Denver area, preferring the crisp air of the
mountains to "city living". Yes, Denver has it's city side too, but I'm
only there during working hours. Because of my standing in the community,
I have taken great measures to protect my real identity so please forgive
me if I never reveal my full name. That having been said, let me get on
with the business at hand, entertaining you my dear reader.
As I mentioned, the last couple of years have been slow in the sensual way,
so once I had gotten back to some sense of normalcy, I immediately started
looking for some forms of release. Now, it's not easy to find the type of
excitement that I usually look for, being that I tend to be somewhat
"aggressive" in my activities. There are places to meet other ladies of
course, but then you have to separate the submissive girls from the
dominant. It also becomes a little more difficult when you're trying to
keep secrets, but in the lesbian community it's not totally out of the
question. I had heard of a club where like-minded ladies gathered in
search of each other. I decided that this would be a good place to start,
knowing that those involved in this club were also in the same situation I
find myself in. They are all members of the business community here and
keeping their private lives just that.......private. One evening, I just
drove to the location I knew of and walked in. What I saw was straight out
of my own fantasy world. There were scenes of just about every alternative
lifestyle you could imagine, and some that many of you couldn't EVEN
imagine. One of my favorites is the "schoolgirl and headmistress"
scenario, with a submissive lover acting out the schoolgirl part and myself
as the headmistress, correcting the younger girl's posture and demeanor and
teaching her proper etiquette. I had dressed in a mid-calf pencil skirt
with an adorable pair of Victorian looking lace-up booties and a white
blouse with my hair done up in a tight bun. I knew what I was looking for
this night and then I saw it. What caught my attention this particular
evening was a lady approximately 5 years younger than myself, dressed in a
perfectly executed English schoolgirl costume, plaid kilt, ruffled cotton
blouse and kneehigh white socks with black Mary Janes. The kilt was much
shorter than a regulation uniform would have been, but the effect was
stunning. She had dark brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders
and it was very lightly curled so as to give it the proper bounce without
looking slutty. I imagined that her underclothes would be equally correct
and I decided to get to know her better and maybe make off with her during
the night. I sidled up to her and introduced myself.
"Good evening my dear, I am Headmistress Laura and I would like to know
about you."
"Good evening Mistress," she answered. "My name is Margaret McDaniel. I
was sent to your office because my teacher said that I am disruptive to the
class." Oh, she was already perfect! "I am here for you to discipline me
and show me correct manners." I looked her up and down as if measuring her
value, with an almost disdainful sneer.
"So, you have been acting up in class have you? We will have to deal with
that immediately. I want you to sit in that chair and show me your posture
first and foremost." With that, she moved to the seat I was motioning to
and sat, very stiffly and properly. Her kilt caught on the edge of the
seat and revealed the side of her white cotton panties. "When a lady sits,
she should smoothe out her kilt so that it doesn't reveal her undergarments
my dear. Now rise and sit again doing it correctly." She stood and this
time sat while running her hands behind her, keeping the kilt tightly
against her behind. This time she looked perfect and sat bolt upright.
"You will sit for me like this every time I require you to, is that
understood?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand totally. Please may I continue my lessons?"
"You may. However, we have to deal with this disruption incident first.
You will rise from your seat and come to me." She rose again and walked
over to where I sat. Mmmmmmmmm, she was luscious! She swayed as she
walked toward me in a most delicious way and I knew that it was only a
matter of time before I had this beauty to myself. "You will raise your
kilt and lie across my lap face down Miss McDaniel." She did as I told her
and I was treated to the most incredible view of her white full briefs.
They caressed the globes of her ass perfectly and I ran my hands over them
at first before getting down to business. "I understand how you could have
disrupted the class my pet. The sight of your firm cheeks in this
underwear peeking out from the side of your kilt must have been much too
exciting for the others in class. Once you learn to smoothe out your
skirts as you sit, that won't happen again, will it?"
"No Mistress, it won't happen. I will follow your instruction to the
letter. Please be merciful with me today. I did not mean to disrupt the
class and I am so willing to learn the proper ways." I knew this meant
that she was ready to get a serious wailing and I was just the bitch to
give it to her!
As I stared at her perfect ass, I raised my hand and then lowered it with a
hard "SMACK". She winced and cried out but remained still for the next
handfall. Then I started in earnest, landing blow after blow on her taut
globes. They shivered under my hands and soon I could see the redness
starting to show along the edges of her panties. I was getting very moist
just with this little bit of play. I could only imagine how I would be in
a little while when I had her servicing me. I decided I needed a better
look at her and told her to stand and pull down her panties. She did as
told and returned to her position. Her cheeks were bright red and so soft
and smoothe. I continued to strike her bottom, feeling more evil with
every stroke. I could taste her in my mind's mouth and feel her tasting me
in other places. I moved forward with the scene.
"Now get up and stand before me!" I just about spat the words at her, and
I could see her excitement when she heard it. "Are you ready for the next
part of your training my pet?"
"Yes Mistress, I am ready for your instruction."
"Get on your knees and remove your blouse." She did as she was told again,
and revealed one of those lovely undershirts that young girls wear, the
material straining to hold in her round firm breasts. They looked to be
about a good sized B cup with telltale signs of very perky nipples. My
thoughts got even more evil. "Now place your hands between my knees and
spread the legs open." She did this and her gaze went directly to the damp
area of my silk panties. Now she knew just how excited she had made me. I
could see her imagining the tase of that spot, but I didn't give her long
to think about it. "Show me your tongue pet." Out popped her tongue, a
magnificent, long, wet muscle. "Now lick the moisture from my panties and
clean them totally." Just as the tip of her tongue touched the material, I
shivered from the eroticism of it all. I watched her head between my legs
as the tongue moved up and down against the gusset. I knew it would only
be a matter of seconds before her movements set me off on my first orgasm.
She kept licking, pushing her tongue hard against the material and in turn,
my clitoris. Damn, it was coming and there was nothing in the world I was
going to do to stop it! I let out a small moan and it washed over me in
waves of pleasure. I kept cumming and the material of the panties got
wetter as the moisture oozed from me slowly. She only worked even harder
to get more of the moisture from me which made me cum again, three more
times in fact. I grabbed her by the hair finally, and stopped her before I
exploded. I motioned her to stand and dress herself, which she did
immediately.
Once I collected my wits about me again, I told her to follow me to my car.
She followed eagerly, a "student" who had found her Mistress, at least for
the evening. We drove the distance to my home and there I continued where
we had left off.
"Undress totally. I want to see you in all your glory." As the layers of
clothing fell away from her, I marveled at the sheer beauty of this
creature. Her skin was soft and creamy and everything was completely
proportionate. I had what was very nearly perfection in front of me and I
was going to make it mine. "You will lay on the bed on your back and give
me full control of your movement. You will not question anything I require
of you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress, perfectly clear. I will comply with every command."
"Good, then you can begin by raising your arms above your head and allowing
me to fasten them to the headboard. You will then allow me to do the same
with your ankles. I want no squirming from you and you will remain in this
position until I decide to release you. Do you understand pet?"
"Yes Mistress, I understand totally."
Her arms went straight up and I attached the wrists to the bolsters with
leather straps. Then I did the same with her ankles, making sure that she
had no mobility at all. She was helpless in front of me and I was
completely satisfied with that. "Now you will learn what your mouth is
really for my pet." I straddled her face and lowered my wet lips to her
mouth and began to grind down onto her. Her tongue lapped and pressed up
into me as she tasted me for the first time without any cloth in her way.
Her slurping and kissing sounds made me push even harder against her,
straining to release another crashing orgasm within me. She was a very
good "pupil" and obviously not a beginner. The more I rode her, the more
she strained to get even deeper inside me. When she started to nibble on
my clitoris, I screamed out and released a flood of juices down into her
waiting mouth. I hadn't cum like that in so long I had almost forgotten
that I could. Once recovered, I decided that it was time to have a little
fun with her own emotions. I gently started kissing her cheek and then
down to her neck, nibbling as I went. Her breathing got heavier as I
continued teasing her delicately sensual spots. The only thing I wanted
was to send her over the edge the way she had with me, but I also knoew
that it would have to come slowly, almost painfully slowly, so that she
would enjoy it to the fullest. As I moved down lower to her throat and
then to her perfect little breasts, she began breathing raspily, the
passion catching in her lungs. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and
watched her face for the reaction. Her eyes closed and she took a deep
breath and I knew that I had her in my control. Slowly, I worked my way
down her belly, pausing to lick inside the puckered navel and then nibbling
the soft skin around it. The way she was reacting, I knew that if I
reached her vulva, she would go off like a shotgun, so I opted to slow down
and make her wait in agony. Instead, I spit on her pubic patch just to
tease her a bit more and she arched as best she could in her position.
"You are not allowed to cum just yet my sweet. I will decide when you can,
if I think I should allow it." A look of near terror came over her face
then as she realized that I might keep her at the edge of pleasure all
night. I had no such plans, wanting to taste her in my own greed. But I
let her go on thinking that to keep her in line.
"Please Mistress, please allow me to cum. You can't leave me like this all
night. I'll go insane!"
"Oh, but I CAN do that and I just may. I will keep you just at the edge
until I determine when the right time is my pet." It wasn't going to be
long, because I just HAD to taste her, but I kept up the charade just a bit
longer. Again, I started to nibble and lick at her soft belly until I
heard her moaning quietly, breathlessly. Damn it! Why did I have to be SO
HORNY?! I just couldn't wait much longer! I needed to lick and kiss her
pussy and I just couldn't hold on any more. I moved downward, trailing my
tongue along the skin between her belly and the patch of downy soft hair
above her lips. When I reached the top of her opening, she moaned louder,
expecting what was about to come. No more waiting! I pushed my tongue
between the soft folds of her nether lips and found my target. Her
clitoris was stiff and engorged and it was large enough to be sucked into
my mouth easily. I pushed a finger, then two, into her vagina and found
the ridges at the top that would send her over the edge. Anyone who thinks
the G-spot doesn't really exist has a lot to learn! The moment I touched
her there, she exploded in a torrent of liquid which I sucked up hungrily.
There are very few women who can actually have an ejaculating orgasm but
she was definitely one of them. It was the most memorable pleasure giving
session I had ever been part of and I was going to be sure to keep her in
my little book of sexual contacts.
When we finished our lessons, I released her from her bonds. I asked her
to stay the night with me, although I knew that she would refuse this first
time. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together again as
soon as possible. I called her a cab and when she left, I returned to my
bedroom and relived every moment of the evening, stimulating myself as I
did. I eventually drifted off to a wonderfully restful sleep.