Author's Note: As usual for my stories this one starts slow and builds. If you're looking for a quick wham bam thank you mam then my stories probably are not for you unless you just skip ahead to the sex. All of the characters are completely fictitious, except for the ones based on real people that I know. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Everyone is over 18 years of age and are not breaking any laws, except for some backward ass (pun intended) sodomy laws and some indecent exposure ones. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. I do try to work readers’ ideas into my stories so if there is some activity, fetish or nasty idea  you would like added, let me know. – Tappy.

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets an Education

By Tappy McWidestance

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."

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets an Education - Chapter 02

By Tappy McWidestance

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."

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated - Chapter 03

By Tappy Mcwidestance

"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.

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated Chapter 04

By Tappy McWidestance

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.

Tamed Cougar – Chapter 05

By Tappy McWidestance

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.

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated - Chapter 06

By Tappy McWidestance

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.

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated - Chapter 07

By Tappy McWidestance

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.