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 PART I

   Chapter 1

   When I walked into the seminar room that fateful Thursday afternoon in
January I could not help but notice Veronica.  Her beauty was breathtaking.
She was almost six feet tall, slim but muscular, with lithe, powerful
limbs. Her short tight skirt and high heels accentuated her long, shapely
legs, while her firm, perky breasts were exhibited to optimum advantage by
her snug sweater over a seamless bra, just revealing the most subtle
impression of her nipples.  Her face was radiant, with dazzling blue eyes
and an entrancing smile, her hair long and dark, her voice hypnotic, her
movements commanding, yet graceful.

   She was holding court, explaining to several other young women in the
room the importance of cultivating one's feminine powers to manipulate and
dominate what she called the weaker sex--that is, men.  She spoke
eloquently and persuasively.  I was immediately captivated by her.  Not
that I was gay--or, at least, not that I realized.  I had always believed
that I was attracted to men and, although I had yet to meet any man who
wowed me, I had assumed the only problem was that I had yet to meet the
right guy.  But the moment I laid eyes on Veronica, I realized I was
smitten.  I felt as if I had been enchanted by Aphrodite herself.

   My heart was aflutter and my knees weak, as I watched and listened to
her, mesmerized.  Moments later, when the professor entered the room, I
took the nearest seat at the narrow table and was surprised to find myself
sitting directly opposite Veronica.  I felt giddy as I struggled not to
stare at her.  Professor Donica introduced herself and explained that this
mid-level seminar would focus on the role of women in literature, with an
emphasis on how women used, or failed to use, their power--especially in
relation to men.  The seminar would count both as a Literature and a
Women's Studies credit.  Each of us then introduced ourselves.  I explained
that I was a second semester freshman (Professor Donica had waived the
prerequisites for me, based on my advance placement credits in literature
and political science), planning to major in literature, with a minor in
philosophy.  I don't recall what anyone besides Veronica said.

   I was intrigued to discover her name--it struck me as tremendously
powerful, befitting a woman of such obvious fortitude and character, and so
different than my own soft and supple name, "Lezlie" (spelled with a
"z"--my naïve mother thought it clever and interesting, never imagining
that, years later, in my early teens, I would be mercilessly teased as
"Lezzie").  Veronica was a junior, with a double major in women's studies
and psychology.

   What I recall most vividly from that first class is that, without
appearing arrogant or overbearing, Veronica dominated the discussion; it
seemed as if everything she said was brilliant and original.  Professor
Donica evidently knew her well and treated her more as an equal than as a
student--she seemed genuinely eager to hear Veronica's ideas and frequently
praised her insight and erudition.  Nevertheless, Professor Donica was
careful to keep everyone involved and made sure each student participated
in the discussion.  Veronica contributed to the flow and exchange by asking
penetrating questions based on others' comments, which would then lead to
more comprehensive discussion.  I ventured to make several comments,
initially very tentatively but, as I received surprising interest and
encouragement from both Veronica and Professor Donica, I grew increasingly
confident over the ninety minutes of the seminar.

   The more I watched and listened to Veronica, the more enthralled I
became.  Although I couldn't keep my eyes off her, I became increasingly
less self-conscious about staring at her, as everyone else seemed to be
dazzled by her as well.  Eventually, to my amazement, I became aware of a
delightful wetness and tingling between my legs.  I was breathless and
lightheaded . . .  and mortified!  And yet, despite my shame, my sexual
arousal increased my fascination with this beguiling young woman. 
Nevertheless, I was ashamed and disoriented--what was happening to me?  I
was not a lesbian--I had never been attracted to any other woman.  I
reassured myself that the class was almost over; soon I could run away and
try to get hold of myself (and maybe masturbate!).

   But my escape would not be so easy.  I was taken aback when Veronica
turned to me at the end of the class and purred, "May I buy you a cup of
coffee, Lezlie?  I'm curious to follow-up on some of the things you said
today." Despite my surprise, I was terribly flattered, barely managing to
timidly squeak a response: "That sounds lovely, Veronica." I gathered my
books and, as I walked beside her to the coffee shop, she quickly put me at
ease, asking about my hometown and family, appearing to be truly
interested. I explained I had grown up in a small town in eastern
Pennsylvania, not far from Philadelphia, and had attended a co-ed prep
school on scholarship (as my parents were very middle class), which perhaps
explained why I was rather advanced academically for a freshman.

   At one point I distinctly recall Veronica inquiring, "Exactly how old
are, Lezlie?  You aren't one of those precocious 16 year olds, are you? 
You strike me as at least 18, judging by your maturity." I blushed at the
compliment and assured her that I was indeed 18 and, in fact, I would be 19
in a month.  She seemed pleased, and a little relieved.  Walking beside her
in the cold Chicago winter, talking of simple things, I began to feel more
normal and less aroused.  I convinced myself that this was going to be the
beginning of a wonderful, Platonic, normal relationship, just like I'd had
with dozens of girlfriends--only this one would be even better because
Veronica was so incredible.

   Over coffee, she told me she had grown up in NYC, attending private
girls' schools.  Her family was quite wealthy she confessed, her father had
family money and owned several businesses; they lived in a penthouse in
Manhattan.  She told me she loved attending the University of Chicago--the
freedom, the intellectual stimulation of the courses, the hours of reading,
and the excitement of constantly meeting new people.  She told me she
aspired to a career in academia.  Her enthusiasm was infectious.  As she
spoke, I became increasingly enraptured, and increasingly bewitched by her
astonishing beauty.  To my surprise and discomfort, I felt myself again
becoming inflamed, despite my efforts to control my ardor.  I couldn't take
my eyes off her perfect breasts as they heaved with each deep sigh, such as
when telling me about the raptures of reading the Romantic poets--her
favorite being Shelley.

   She also explained that she was a fanatic about keeping in shape, noting
she said had a membership at a very chichi private gym downtown.  She
worked out at least three days a week, adding "I'd love to take you there
as a guest sometime."

   "I'd love that," I avowed, admitting that I had not been working out
much since I had been at college, but had done some running and swimming. I
am five foot six and was a gymnast when I was young and a swimmer in high
school, so I was still in great shape, but I did not have nearly the muscle
definition she had.  She insisted that it was necessary to lift weights to
maintain one's optimal health.  I couldn't help telling her "I think you
have the most exquisite body, Veronica, you're so lithe and muscular and
perfectly proportioned.  In fact, everything about you is perfect."

   I immediately felt embarrassed at having said this, but Veronica just
smiled sweetly and said, "Why thank you, Lezlie; I think you're quite
perfect yourself." Though startled at the compliment, I felt grateful and
proud, and completely in her thrall.

   She continued: "Indeed, I was rather impressed by your comments in class
today.  You demonstrated a surprising breadth of knowledge for someone so
young and inexperienced.  However, I couldn't help but have the impression
that, because of your youth and inexperience, your ideas about
relationships are perhaps a little naïve and unrealistic.  What do you
think about that?" She had deftly changed the subject and again put me at
ease.

   I could hardly disagree with her, noting: "I think you are exactly
right. Although I have read and studied a great deal and it is certainly my
impression that my book-knowledge is far above average for my age, it is
quite clear to me that my personal experience with relationships is
limited, even in comparison to many of my peers.  That is a situation I
hope will be remedied during my time in college.  Although I must admit
that, so far, I have not been seriously impressed by anyone I have met
here."

   "Present company excluded, I hope," Veronica coyly interjected.

   "Oh yes, of course!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too vehemently.  I could
feel myself blushing slightly.  "I only meant that none of the men I have
met here have impressed me so far--but one can always hope."

   "Well, I have been here almost three years and I can assure you that
none of the young men I have met have impressed me either, so I wouldn't be
too optimistic, if I were you.  But there are other kinds of relationships
besides romances between men and women.  I think that one of the reasons so
many women are so miserable is that they spend all their time pining away
for that perfect man--who, as everyone knows, doesn't even exist--while
failing to appreciate and enjoy all the other relationships and experiences
they do have in their lives."

   "I couldn't agree more," I acknowledged.  "Certainly the grandest times
I have had in the last few years have been with my girlfriends."

   "Exactly," she continued: "Now the thing that intrigued me most about
your comments was your contention, so common among young women of our
generation, that an imbalance of power is a problem in a relationship--any
relationship--rather than a necessary aspect of all healthy, vibrant
relationships.  It is my contention that there is no such thing as equality
among people, except in the technical, artificial legal sense.  All people
have different strengths and weaknesses, different talents, and different
characters.  So the important thing in any relationship is to mutually
determine how, and in what spheres, to exchange power, so that the
well-being and happiness of each is optimized.  Do you see my point?"

   "I'm not sure," I admitted, "can you give me some examples?"

   "Certainly," she said.  "Take our seminar today.  There was a great deal
of power exchanged among the participants.  Certainly, we all ceded power
and authority to Professor Donica, partly because of the hierarchical
structure of the university, but primarily due to our recognition of her
superior knowledge and understanding of the subject at hand.  Similarly, a
married couple may choose to exchange power in any number of spheres. 
Tradition dictates that the man earns the bread and the woman bakes it.  We
see the injustice of that convention and try to rectify it by pretending
men and women are always equally capable in each other's traditional
sphere. But that is mistaken.  The proper corrective is to base the
distribution of familial duties on the specific characteristics of each
person, which is what we see in the healthiest of relationships."

   "I can't disagree with you." I conceded.  "Yet I struggle with accepting
that an imbalance of power in a relationship is a necessary evil."

   "You misunderstand me," she responded.  "There is nothing evil about it.
It is a good thing that there are power imbalances--that is precisely what
makes a relationship interesting and worthwhile.  Let's go back to our
seminar.  If there were no power imbalance there, the entire exercise would
be a waste of everyone's time.  So also in any relationship--if there were
no power imbalance, there would be nothing to be gained from the
relationship at all.  In most relationships, there is a relatively balanced
power exchange, whereas in others, such as a teacher-student or
coach-athlete relationship, the power exchange is almost entirely
unilateral, one party cedes near-complete power to the other, at least
within the sphere of the relationship.  Do you know what a guru is,
Lezlie?"

   "Yes, a spiritual teacher or guide.  Why do you ask?"

   "Because a guru, Lezlie, is not only a spiritual teacher, she is also an
examplar--that is to say, she embodies all the characteristics she is
trying to develop in her disciple.  In such a relationship, at its most
perfect, the power exchange is absolute; the disciple cedes absolute power
to the guru in all spheres of life.  In order to do that, the disciple must
have complete confidence not only in the superiority of the guru, but also
her good intentions.  A perfect guru is able to discern exactly what the
disciple needs in each and every situation, and then provide that to her.

   "There is, of course, a profound paradox in all of this because,
although the exchange of power in any healthy relationship is entirely free
and voluntary, the power exchange itself necessarily limits the freedom of
both parties from that point forward, sometimes quite dramatically. 
Furthermore, it is precisely this limitation of freedom which ultimately
frees each person to be her truest self."

   "I'm sorry, Veronica, but my head is spinning.  Everything you say makes
perfect sense, but it contradicts what, until now, I thought were my core
beliefs.  It is going to take me a while to think this through.  But I do
see your point.  Take our relationship, for example.  I don't mind
admitting that I feel honored at your interest in me.  And it is precisely
your superior powers, especially your superior intellectual and rhetorical
powers, that attract me to you and make me want to spend time with you.  I
feel I could learn more from you in a few hours than I could in weeks of
classes or reading."

   "Why thank you, Lezlie.  That is a lovely compliment." Veronica seemed
truly touched.  "I hope we have a long and intimate relationship; I see a
kindred spirit in you."

   Even though I had no inkling of what she had in mind, I couldn't help
feeling a strange delight when she said the word "intimate."

   Chapter 2

   It was getting toward dinnertime, when Veronica invited me back to her
apartment for tuna fish sandwiches.  She explained that she had an
apartment just off campus on Blackstone Avenue, and I was welcome to have
dinner with her.  By now, I was so thoroughly entranced that I could not
imagine declining any invitation to spend more time with her, so I eagerly
accepted, telling her, somewhat foolishly, "I love tuna fish sandwiches." I
could tell she was amused by my eagerness, as she jumped up and led me out
of the coffee shop and toward her apartment.

   When we entered her apartment, I realized that Veronica must truly be
wealthy.  It was actually a condominium, and was anything but your typical
college apartment.  It was on the top floor of an older, stately five-story
building and looked like it had been completely refurbished in the very
recent past.  She gave me the grand tour.  The décor and furnishings were
quite elegant and there were lovely views from the floor-to-ceiling windows
in the living room.  Although, technically, it was a one-bedroom condo, it
had a large study and even a formal dining room.  There was also a full
guest bath, with a tub and shower.  The master suite was quite large and
well-appointed with another full bath with a Jacuzzi.  The basis for her
self-assurance seemed all the more obvious as I admired her luxurious home.

   Over dinner, she quizzed me on my previous relationships with men. 
Despite my embarrassment at such self-disclosure, I could not help telling
her anything she wanted to know.  I acknowledged my inexperience with men
and even admitted to being a virgin.  I told her how I had tried to give my
senior prom date a blowjob, and how it had completely grossed me out--I had
almost vomited before I finally gave up and just gave him a hand job.  When
he ejaculated, his disgusting cum got all over my hand and onto my dress.
It was so revolting that, after what seemed like an hour in the ladies'
room, cleaning off my dress and washing my hands, I insisted he take me
home.  We barely spoke after that and I hadn't dated since.

   Veronica was less forthcoming but implied that, although she was
experienced sexually, she just could not be very impressed by any man. 
"Men have no depth," I remember her saying.  "I have yet to find one with
whom I can have a scintillating conversation.  All they ever seem to want
is to get into my pants.  They just can't seem to get their minds off sex.
But they really are not very good even for that, when you come right down
to it.  They are so crude and unrefined, and they have no imagination or
self-control.  If there is one thing I can't stand, it is a person with no
self-control." Despite her disdain for men, it didn't occur to me that she
might prefer women--I just assumed she was so sophisticated and dominating
that she would not tolerate inferior individuals, men or women.

   Yet, as we were talking, I noticed Veronica's eyes frequently wandered
from my face to other parts of my body.  I was wearing a preppy schoolgirl
skirt with a Lycra top over a sports bra, which accentuated the flatness of
my chest.  My breasts are only an A-cup, but I have large nipples and I
could feel them hardening and protruding visibly under her penetrating
gaze. As I became aware of my arousal, I became flustered and looked away,
blushing.  I couldn't help but notice Veronica smile slightly, which only
increased my embarrassment.

   After we finished our sandwiches, we moved from the kitchen to the
living room, plopping down on opposite ends of her plush sofa.  We were
turned toward each other, and she had one leg up on the couch, her short
skirt hiking up to reveal the slightest glimpse of her of white lace
panties.  When I suddenly became aware that I was licking my lips as I
stared at the tiny white triangle of her crotch, I felt myself blush and
quickly averted my gaze.  Veronica remained as cool and unperturbed as
ever, although it seemed inconceivable that she hadn't noticed my
indiscretion.

   All this talk of sex, combined with the attention of this alluring
goddess, not to mention the subtle exposure of Veronica's lovely panties,
was making my head spin, and my pussy wet.  I was bewildered by my
passionate sexual excitement.  I suddenly realized, to my horror, that I
was hopelessly infatuated with Veronica and I desperately wanted to make
love to her--although I could only vaguely imagine what that would mean.  I
was so hot that I had a sudden urge to pull up my skirt and stick my hand
in my panties and play with myself--and I would have if I had been alone.

   Just then, as if on cue, Veronica asked me, "Do you like to masturbate,
Lezlie?"

   Again I blushed; I feared she was reading my mind.  I stammered, "I
don't know, . . .  I suppose so, . . .  I don't do it very often, though;
only when I get really horny.  And I don't think I'm very good at," I
admitted shyly.  "In fact I don't think I've ever had a real orgasm yet."

   "That's not surprising, my dear," Veronica soothed.  "It isn't at all
unusual for young women to have difficulty learning to orgasm.  It just
takes time and patience--and sometimes a good teacher."

   She continued sympathetically, "How long has it been since you
masturbated, Lezlie?" I began to feel a sense of relief that she hadn't
read my mind after all, that her line of inquiry was entirely coincidental.

   "I'm sure it's been several weeks," I admitted,

   "I'm not surprised to hear that, Lezlie.  You look pretty horny right
now." Veronica said knowingly.  "In fact, I'd bet you'd like to masturbate
right now, wouldn't you?"

   Again, I was mortified.  "I'm . . .  I'm not sure, I hadn't thought
about it," I lied, too frightened and ashamed to admit the truth.

   "Oh Lezlie, don't you realize how transparent you are?  Admit it, you
would love to masturbate right now, wouldn't you," she insisted.

   I didn't know what to say; she HAD read my mind.  Did she also realize I
was having lesbian fantasies about her?  I had no choice but to admit,
"Yes, Veronica, I was fantasizing about masturbating just now.  I don't
know exactly why.  All this talk of sex must be making me horny."

   She seemed satisfied with my answer and smiled sweetly.  "I understand,"
she said, "Sometimes women become aroused for reasons they can't fully
comprehend.  It's nothing to be embarrassed about." And yet she persisted
in her interrogation, asking: "I don't suppose you have ever had your pussy
licked, have you Lezlie?"

   "No, Veronica," I admitted.  "Although I am sure it must be wonderful,"
I continued, suddenly imagining Veronica licking my pussy.  "Just thinking
about it makes me hot." I was completely discombobulated by her questions.
And, although I longed to tell her how hot I was for her, I was terrified
that she would be completely disgusted by such a disclosure.

   Veronica teasingly responded, "I can assure you, my dear Lezlie, that
cunnilingus is the most divine experience imaginable when performed
properly by someone who wants nothing more than to give you pleasure." As
she spoke, I visualized the forbidden ecstasy of Veronica lying back on the
sofa with her panties off and her legs spread wide, my face buried in her
sweet pussy, lapping up her delicious juices, bringing her to an
electrifying orgasm.  Again, I unconsciously licked my lips, suddenly
recognizing, with fear and awe, that she must certainly know that I was
dreaming of licking her succulent pussy.

   Indeed she did, for just then, she stood up and stared at me with the
most penetrating gaze.  "You know, Lezlie," she said emphatically, "I can
see right through you.  I know you better than you know yourself.  I know
exactly what you want.  You are absolutely, positively, head-over-heels in
love with me, aren't you?" I couldn't help but nod.  "You are completely in
awe of me.  I am a goddess to you." Again, I nodded, dumbfounded and unable
to speak.  "You want to be mine, don't you?  You would be ecstatic if I let
you lick my pussy right now, wouldn't you?"

   Again I nodded sheepishly, uncertain whether she was inviting my ardor
or mocking it.

   "In fact, you want to be my sex slave, don't you, my sweet little
Lezlie?"

   I was shocked and terrified.  My eyes widened in fear.  Was that what I
wanted?  I couldn't believe my ears.  Until that moment, I hadn't
understood what I was feeling.  But as she spoke, it dawned on me that she
was right.  I wanted to see her gorgeous naked body and worship her.  I
wanted to kiss her all over and suckle her luscious breasts and lick her
succulent pussy.  My throat was so dry that I couldn't speak.  I nodded
silently and fearfully.  I could hardly wait for her to respond, as I
dreaded the possibility of ridicule and rejection.  She said nothing for
several seconds, her steady gaze inscrutable.

   Finally, she spoke: "Lucky for you, that is exactly what I want, too,"
she continued.  "The moment you walked into that seminar room, I thought to
myself, this sweet young thing is going to be my perfect little sex
slave--I knew you were just the girl I'd been looking for."

   "What do you say, my sweet Lezlie--do you want to be my sex slave?  Do
you want to worship and serve me?"

   I strained to speak.  Veronica waited, staring intently at me.  My
emotions were swirling.  I was feeling dazed and befuddled.  I didn't know
what I wanted.  I only knew I didn't want to be separated from Veronica. 
But suddenly everything seemed crystal clear.  Finally, I said, "Yes,
Veronica, I am passionately in love with you.  I can't understand it.  It
is so strange and frightening.  But, yes, I do want to worship and serve
you.  I love and revere you.  May I please, please be your slave?"

   "What kind of slave do you want to be, my little Lezzie?"

   She had called me "Lezzie." I was so humiliated.  But this was the first
time in my 18 years that that detested nickname sounded appropriate.  I
realized that I actually liked hearing her call me "Lezzie." It sounded
like she owned me.  I melted.  I could barely look at her as I replied,
"Your sex slave, Veronica.  I want to be your sex slave."

   "Is that so?  Are you sure?  How do I know you're serious?  You haven't
even called me `Mistress' yet.  You can't be very serious if you won't even
call me `Mistress.'"

   To my astonishment, I found myself begging her.  I got down on my knees
as I entreated her, "Please, Mistress!  Please let me be your sex slave." I
bent down and kissed her feet.  Looking up again, I continued, "I'll do
anything you ask.  I don't really know how to be a good sex slave, but I'll
do whatever you say, I'll learn as fast as I can.  Please let me lick you
pussy--I promise I will do whatever I can to satisfy you.  My only desire
is to please you.  Please don't deny me the rapture of serving you,
Mistress."

   "Well, Lezlie, I see you are a true submissive.  I am pleased to see
that.  But if you want to be my sex slave, you must promise me four things:
First, you must promise to come and go wherever and whenever I command you,
without question and without hesitation.  Second, you must, immediately and
without equivocation, perform whatever act I command, whether sexual or
otherwise.  Third, you must learn to anticipate my desires and make every
effort to satisfy them without waiting for me to ask.  Finally, you must
refrain from engaging in any sexual activity--including
masturbation--without my explicit permission.  Do you think you can do all
that?  Do you want to do all that?  Is that what you are begging for me to
grant you, my sweet lascivious Lezzie?  Are you really begging for the
opportunity to satisfy my every desire?"

   "Yes, Mistress!" I declared.  "I am.  I want so much to serve you.  I
want to be your sweet Lezzie sex slave.  I want to do whatever I can to
satisfy you.  Please, Mistress, may I be your sex slave.  Please!" I could
hardly believe my fervor.  The intensity of my desire and lust was
overpowering.  I knelt there, praying that my beloved Mistress would not
reject me.

   "Okay, Lezlie, you've convinced me of your sincerity.  You may be my
sweet Lezzie sex slave," she said soothingly, petting my head gently.  "And
as a reward for your supplication, your first duty will be to lick my
pussy. Now I know this will be your first time performing cunnilingus, so I
need to explain a few things to you.  You must be very gentle at first,
until my pussy gets warmed up--then you may be more aggressive.  And you
must not stop until I tell you too, no matter how long it takes and no
matter how tired you get.  Even when I cum, you must keep licking me until
I give you permission to stop, but you must be very gentle because my
clitoris will be very sensitive.  The main thing is: Don't stop until I
tell you to.  Do you understand, Lezlie?"

   "Yes Mistress," I replied, terrified that I would be very bad at
cunnilingus and Veronica would decide I was a worthless slave after all,
and send me away.

   "Very well, Lezlie" she said.  "Tell me exactly what you would like
permission to do."

   I gathered up my courage and begged, "Please, Mistress Veronica, I
request your permission to lick you delectable pussy.  I promise that I
will do my very best to follow your directions and satisfy you, and I
promise I will not stop until you command me to."

   "Very well, my sweet Lezzie sex slave," she said, as she slowly and
teasingly removed her skirt and panties.  She then laid a plush towel on
the sofa and lay back on it, spreading her legs, revealing the most
exquisite and inviting vision I had ever seen.  Her dark pussy hair was
trimmed incredibly short, revealing her delicate moist labia minora spread
wide apart exposing her tight pink vaginal orifice, gleaming from her
flowing juices.  Her clitoral head was just peeking out from under its
hood. I wanted to dive in and taste her, but forced myself to wait for
permission.

   "What do you think, Lezlie?  " she asked.  "Do you think my pussy is
beautiful?  Do you still want to lick it?"

   "Oh yes, Mistress!" I exclaimed.  "It is the most alluring sight I have
ever seen.  Please, may I lick your luscious pussy?  Please, Mistress, may
I?"

   "Yes, you may, my little Lezzie sex slave.  Show me how you please your
mistress."

   With that, I positioned myself between her legs and slowly leaned
forward, inhaling deeply, breathing in her fragrance, licking my lips, and
preparing to taste her ambrosia.

   Chapter 3

   As I carefully placed my moist tongue and lips on Veronica's open labia
and pressed down gently, she gasped faintly.  She tasted exquisite and I
savored the moment before I began to tenderly slide my tongue around her
labia and vaginal orifice, drinking in her delicious juices.  After a
minute or so, I gently probed her vaginal opening with the tip of my
tongue, in and out, very slowly and gently, inserting my tongue a little
deeper each time as her vaginal muscles gradually relaxed.  Veronica was
taking deep breaths and I could sense that she was becoming increasingly
aroused, as I penetrated her sacred orifice.  I continued in this manner
for several minutes, relishing every aspect of the experience: the taste
and aroma and texture of her succulent pussy.

   Eventually, I withdrew my tongue from her yielding vagina and started to
lick her up and down her pleasure cleft, barely touching her clitoris with
the tip of my tongue.  At the first touch of my tongue to her clitoris,
Veronica shuddered and I could tell I was succeeding in my quest to
pleasure her.  My ardor and my confidence increased with each stroke of my
tongue as she began to breathe ever more heavily, occasionally letting out
muted cries of delight.  As I increased the rate and pressure of my
cunt-lapping, I noted a corresponding increase in Veronica's excitement. 
Finally, I redirected my attention to her clitoris, which responded to my
attentions by stiffening and protruding further from its tiny cave, seeming
to strain to meet my ministrations.

   Veronica was now wriggling her hips rhythmically.  She began moaning and
gasping loudly and I could tell she was close to climaxing.  I realized to
my dismay that, just as Veronica had warned, despite my enthusiasm and
devotion, I was indeed starting to tire from my extended efforts.  I
therefore rededicated myself to Veronica's pleasure and persevered, licking
and sucking her stiff clitoris for several more minutes until, finally, she
had a stupendous orgasm, crying out and arching her back, then moaning and
writhing for several minutes, as I continued to lick and suck very gently
at her still erect clitoris.  Participating in the experience of Veronica's
magnificent orgasm while attending to her luscious pussy was thrilling
beyond belief--I could hardly contain my delight at being the author of
such exquisite ecstasy for my beloved mistress.

   Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she began to relax again,
breathing more regularly and deeply, but still moaning softly, as I gently
but firmly thrust my tongue deep into her now relaxed and gushing vagina.
At this, she squealed and stiffened once more, having another climax. 
Again she continued to moan and writhe for several more minutes, more
quietly now, as my tongue probed deeply into her vagina, lapping up her
delectable nectar.  I recalled her command that I must continue to lick and
suckle her until she commanded me to cease and, fatigued as I was by my
extended exertion, I realized I had no desire to stop; it was as if licking
her sublime pussy was the only act I could conceive of or desire.  I lost
all track of time, as I continued to attend to Veronica's pleasure, now
licking her gently, now more forcefully, focusing now on her labia, now on
her clitoris, periodically penetrating my tongue deeply into her juicy
orifice.

   When Veronica at last settled down to normal breathing and became
completely relaxed, she said softly, "That was quite excellent, my sweet
Lezzie sex slave.  You are much better at cunnilingus than I ever would
have imagined.  You may stop now." Startled to hear her speak, I awoke from
my reverie, realizing to my amazement that, despite my exhaustion, I didn't
want to stop licking her delicious cunt.  I was afraid I might never have
another opportunity to repeat the experience.  Nevertheless, fearful of
displeasing my beloved mistress, I reluctantly lifted my cum-smeared face
from Veronica's luscious pussy and looked on her beatific countenance.  She
looked so satisfied and blissful that my heart jumped in my chest to
recognize that I had pleased her so well.

   "Thank you, Mistress Veronica, for permitting me the privilege of
licking your luscious pussy.  That was the most divine experience I have
ever had.  I hope and pray that I may have many more opportunities to serve
you thus."

   "Well, Lezlie, I appreciate your gratitude and your manners." Veronica
responded.  "You certainly acquitted yourself well in your first effort to
please me.  You followed my directions perfectly.  That was a thoroughly
delightful experience and my orgasm was exquisite.  I think you will prove
to be an excellent sex slave."

   "Thank you, Mistress!" I exclaimed, deliriously happy to be praised so
extravagantly on completing my initial duty as Veronica's sex slave.  I
felt like I was floating on air.  Only then did I become aware that my own
pussy was soaking wet--I could feel my juices dripping down my inner
thighs, overflowing my tiny panties.

   I wanted to reach down and masturbate.  I was sure I could come to an
extraordinary climax with only the slightest of stimulation.  As I
surreptitiously rubbed my thighs together, I recalled Veronica's admonition
that I was not to engage in any sexual activity, including masturbation,
without her explicit permission.

   As perceptive as ever, Veronica immediately reproached me: "Lezlie, you
little slut!  Are you trying to stimulate yourself by rubbing your thighs
together?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I admitted apologetically, quickly separating my thighs
to eliminate any stimulation.  "I'm so sorry, Mistress.  It's just that I
have never been so aroused before, and I feel as if the slightest touch
would produce the most fantastic orgasm, and you know that I have never had
a real orgasm before.  Please forgive me."

   "I'll tell you what, Lezlie," Veronica teased, as she slowly raised
herself to a sitting position.  "Why don't you take off all your clothes
and show me your beautiful body.  If you please me, I may let you
masturbate."

   "Oh thank you, Mistress!" I said as I stood up and slowly disrobed as
seductively as I could, finally standing before her completely naked,
hoping that, by doing as she commanded, she would permit me to masturbate.
I was surprised that I was not the least bit embarrassed to expose myself
utterly to her leering gaze.  Instead I felt proud and completely at ease,
as if having Veronica inspect me were the most natural thing in the world.

   "You are quite lovely, my little Lezlie.  You are fit and strong and
your breasts are so small and cute and your nipples look delectable.  But I
am very sorry to see that your pussy is hidden beneath that disgusting
tangle of unkempt hair.  You are going to have to remedy that soon.  But
first, I want you to sit in that chair and spread you legs wide, my little
hussy, and permit me to more carefully inspect your inflamed pussy."

   "Yes, Mistress; it is my privilege.  And I promise to trim or shave my
pussy however you command," I said, as I sat on the wooden chair she had
indicated, leaning back and spreading my legs wide so that my labia majora
separated slightly, barely revealing my dripping wet cunt.  "May I spread
my labia for you, or do you prefer to do it yourself, Mistress?" I asked
yearningly, hoping that she would deign to touch my desperately aching
pussy.

   "Come, come, my dear Lezlie, you can't be serious." She softly scolded
me.  "Don't you realize how presumptuous it is for you to suggest that I
might want to touch your slimy cunt?  We have only just met.  I barely know
you, and you expect me to place my pristine fingers into your sloppy, hairy
cunt?  No, my little sex slave, you must show it to me.  Now spread your
labia and show me your hot cunt, you horny little slut."

   Crestfallen and humiliated, I apologized: "I am so sorry Mistress.  I
don't know what came over me.  Of course I understand and accept my
inferiority.  Please allow me to show you my aching cunt," I said as I
spread my furry labia majora, revealing my swollen labia minora and erect
clitoris, my juices dripping onto the wooden chair.  "I am so ashamed,
Mistress; until now I had never realized that my scruffy pubic hair was
such a disgusting mess."

   "I am afraid I cannot overlook your impudence.  You will have to be
punished, but we can attend to that later.  You must learn your place, my
sweet Lezzie sex slave.  It is paramount from now on that you scrupulously
avoid the temptation to place your own desires above mine, or you will need
to be punished." Leaning forward and carefully inspecting my exposed cunt,
she continued, "You do have a rather pretty pussy, little Lezzie, though it
is horridly disheveled.  You really must do something about that as soon as
we finish here."

   "Yes Mistress," I replied.  "As soon as you command it, I will attend to
the grooming of my pussy.  I am so sorry that I had not anticipated this
encounter and properly prepared my pussy for you.  I will try to always to
anticipate your desires and never again disappoint you."

   "Very well, Lezlie," Veronica soothed.  "I must say that you are a
natural submissive--you have so quickly learned your role.  She continued
to inspect my gaping pussy, noting that, "Your inner labia are rather
short, Lezlie; they might benefit from some stretching.  However your
clitoris is quite impressive and looks to be aching for some attention."

   "Yes, Mistress, it certainly is," I acknowledged.  I could not help but
beg her: "Please, Mistress Veronica, may I masturbate for you?"

   "Yes, my little trollop, you may masturbate now," she cooed.  "I think
you have earned a reward by demonstrating your earnest devotion to me.  I
want you to close your eyes and remember licking my pussy and how that
excited you, while you rub your swollen clitoris and bring yourself off. 
But I want a good show, my little slut, so don't come too quickly, and
don't forget to play with your nipples, and make sure you have a tremendous
orgasm."

   Chapter 4

   "Thank you, Mistress Veronica," I said, closing my eyes and recalling
the pleasure of licking her succulent pussy.  I was thrilled to be
permitted to touch myself, but a little nervous that, due to my intense
arousal, I would cum too quickly and disappoint my mistress.  Therefore, I
very tentatively began to caress my breasts and knead and tweak my nipples
till they were completely rigid.  As I did so, I could feel my cunt aching
and throbbing, begging me to attend to it.  Continuing to play with my
nipples with my left hand, I cautiously slid my right hand down to my pussy
and began to massage my swollen labia, surprised at how wet I was, my
fingers fairly dripping with my juices.  My fingers were drawn inexorably
to my swollen, desperate clit.  The moment I touched it, I felt an electric
shock rage thru my body and shuddered, recognizing that I could not avoid
climaxing sooner than Veronica would prefer.

   It was hopeless.  I could muster no self-control.  The fingers of my
right hand insistently stimulated my aching clitoris so that, within
seconds, I felt the most overwhelming orgasm: I saw a bright flash of light
as my body shook involuntarily and I could barely breathe as I struggled to
stifle a scream, which turned into a long moan.  I had never experienced
anything like this before.  My orgasm seemed endless, as I continued to
gently rub my sensitive clit, producing crescendo after crescendo, wave
after wave, of intoxicating bliss.  Finally, after my extended orgasm
subsided, I opened my eyes to see Veronica watching me with obvious relish.


   "I'm sorry I came so quickly, Mistress, I just couldn't help myself. 
Thank you so much for permitting me to masturbate.  That was by far the
most magnificent orgasm I have ever experienced.  I hope you were at least
a little entertained by the show, even if it was over so quickly."

   "Yes, Lezlie, dear, I enjoyed the show very much.  Aren't you a brazen
hussy, fondling yourself so unashamedly before your mistress.  And I agree
that was a spectacular orgasm; I am sure you are very satisfied.  However I
am sorely disappointed by your lack of self-control; letting yourself cum
so quickly, despite my instructions.  You will have to be punished for that
as well.  It is important that you understand that you will be punished for
all transgressions, whether willful or inadvertent.  This is for your own
good, as you must learn better self-discipline.  But we will have to defer
your punishments until a bit later.  Right now you have work to do.

   With that, she stood up and beckoned me to stand, as well.  Then she
handed me the towel she had been sitting on and said: "Now wipe all that
slime off your cunt and wipe off the chair as well.  I am going to take a
nice hot bath, while you clean up the kitchen and tidy up the living room.
And I want you to remain entirely naked while you work, is that clear,
slave?  After my bath I will give you further directions."

   "Yes, Mistress," I responded, as she strode off to the master bathroom.
I quickly got to work clearing and cleaning our dishes, cleaning the
kitchen, and tidying up the living room as she had commanded.  My body and
mind were so totally relaxed that I seemed to glide around the room
effortlessly.  I could not remember ever feeling quite so marvelous. 
Furthermore, as I worked, I was continuously aware of my well-satisfied
pussy, which felt all swollen and tingly.  I noticed it was just after
seven, and already dark.  I wondered what Veronica had in store for me. 
Would she want me to stay here tonight or would she send me home.  If I
were to stay, would she let me sleep in her bed with her, or would she make
me sleep elsewhere, possibly even on the floor.

   Then I began to think a bit longer-term, and became frightened.

   I realized that I had no idea what kind of commitment I had just made to
Veronica when, so desperate to lick her luscious pussy, I had consented to
be her sex slave.  I vaguely recalled that I had agreed to four conditions,
although the specifics were indistinct.  Nevertheless, I was certain that
those four conditions permitted her to completely control my fate.  I was
beginning, for the first time in my life, to have some understanding of the
paradoxical nature of the exchange of power in a relationship, that
Veronica had been trying to explain to me earlier over coffee.  Only now
did I realize that, all along, she had been preparing me to be her sex
slave.

   The more I contemplated my predicament, standing naked in her apartment,
the more vulnerable and terrified I felt.  And yet, Veronica was so
captivating that I could hardly imagine NOT wanting to please her utterly.
"Captivating." I repeated the word to myself and, for the first time,
understood its meaning.  There was no question that Veronica had captivated
me.  Slowly it dawned on me that I most likely could yet escape my
enslavement.  However the indisputable truth was that I did not want to
escape my bondage to my beloved mistress.

   In the midst of my reverie, Veronica emerged from the bathroom looking
magnificent in a sexy little blue dress.  She surveyed the apartment and
said "Very nice, Lezlie.  I see you can also be a respectable domestic."

   "Thank you, Mistress," I replied, surprised that such a mean compliment
could thrill me so.

   Now come here, and kneel beside me," Veronica gestured as she sat on the
sofa, "There are some important things we need to discuss."

   "Yes, Mistress, Veronica," I said as I knelt beside her, sitting back on
my heels with my hands folded in front of me.

   "That will not do, Lezlie," she said disapprovingly.  "You will need to
learn the proper posture and scrupulously maintain it when kneeling before
me.  You are to kneel with the balls of your feet on the ground and hold
your body erect, not sitting back on your heels like that.  And your arms
must be clasped behind your back, to show off your breasts.  Is that clear,
my little sex slave?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I responded, as I adjusted my posture.

   "Very good.  Now tell me, Lezlie, how do you feel right now?  I want you
to be completely honest with me."

   Her question surprised me.  I did not expect her to care how I felt. 
"Well, Mistress, I am not sure.  I am confused and scared and deliriously
happy, all at once.  I don't really understand what has happened here
tonight.  I think I'm experiencing the paradox you described to me earlier
today: by ceding complete power to you, I feel freer than I had ever
imagined possible.  My world has been turned entirely upside down in less
than a day.  It's all so sudden.  But it really feels more like my world
has been turned right side up."

   Chapter 5

   "Very good, Lezlie, I appreciate your sincerity.  You are a very
intelligent and perceptive young woman, which is one of the many things I
love about you.  Now, I need to know a few things about your life here at
school.  First, do you have a roommate?"

   "No mistress, I have a single.  No one will notice if I don't come home
tonight."

   "Very good," my little slut, "you understood perfectly the purpose of my
question.  What times are your classes tomorrow and do you have any other
commitments tomorrow or this weekend?"

   "I have classes at 11 AM and 2 and 3 PM and I have no other commitments
between now and Monday," I assured her.

   "Excellent.  That simplifies things for us.  You will stay here tonight.
You still require your punishment for your two transgressions.  Do you
recall what you are to be punished for?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I admitted.  "My first transgression was suggesting
that you touch my slimy unkempt cunt.  The second was my lack of
self-control during masturbation, when I came before I was supposed to.  I
am sorry I behaved like such a slut.  I welcome, and will try to learn
from, my punishment."

   "Very well.  But you are too much of a mess to punish at this point. 
Therefore, the next thing on the agenda is to get you cleaned up and your
pussy properly groomed.  Then we can attend to your punishment."

   "Yes, Mistress.  Do you wish to give me specific instructions on bathing
and grooming my pussy?" I asked.

   "I think you are old enough to figure out how to bathe yourself, but I
most certainly do want to give you very specific instructions on grooming
your pussy.  Now go wash yourself in the guest bathroom and call to me when
you are done," she commanded.

   "Yes, Mistress," I responded.  I stood up and went to take a bath.

   As soon as I had bathed, paying special attention to cleaning my pussy,
shampooed my hair, and then toweled off, I called to Veronica: "Mistress, I
am ready to be groomed."

   She was sitting on the sofa, reading, when I called, and immediately put
her book down and came into the bathroom, carrying a cordless hair trimmer.
"Straddle the toilet, Lezlie." I did as she said.  She continued: "Now trim
off all your pussy hair.  Make your pussy as bald as you can with this
trimmer."

   It felt strange shearing off all my hair.  But the vibration of the
trimmer was actually quite pleasant.  She handed me a hand mirror to check
my progress and I realized I would have to contort myself quite a bit to
get all my hair.  But, before too long I thought I had succeeded.  "How is
this, Mistress?" I asked.

   "Let me have a good look," she said, taking the trimmer from me and
placing it on the sink counter.  "Stand up and bend over with your hands on
the edge of the tub with your legs spread wide." I did as she said and
waited for her judgment.  "That looks fine," she said finally.  "Now we
will move on to step two: shaving your pussy completely bald.  Does that
sound exciting, Lezlie?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I assured her.  "How shall I do it?"

   As she retrieved a brand new disposable razor from the medicine cabinet,
she said: "Climb back into the tub.  Here is some shaving cream.  Now wet
your pussy hair and rub that in." Handing me the razor, she continued, "Now
shave very carefully, I do not want any nicks or razor burns on that
precious pussy.  But make sure that you do not leave any stray hairs. 
Check carefully with the mirror.  You will probably need to rinse off and
reapply the shaving cream several times to finish the job."

   I worked diligently while she watched with obvious satisfaction, as all
my cunt hair was removed.  Finally, after triple checking every part of my
nether anatomy, I reported, "I believe I am all finished, Mistress."

   "Very well.  Towel off and assume the position, so I can inspect you,"
Veronica commanded.  After I had resumed my position bent over, hands on
the tub edge, legs spread wide, she proceeded to inspect me quite
carefully. I gasped involuntarily the first time I felt her exquisite
fingers on my buttocks, spreading them to get a better look.  As her
fingers stroked my bald labia majora, I nearly swooned.  I could hardly
believe how sensitive my outer pussy lips had become.  I could feel my
juices start to flow.  Veronica noticed and cooed "You love it when you
mistress strokes your bald pussy don't you, you little Lezzie slut?" She
withdrew her hands, much to my dismay.  "But we are not here for your
pleasure right now, are we, Lezlie?"

   "No, Mistress," I said.  "But, yes, I do love it when you touch my
pussy, Mistress.  Thank you so much for teaching me how to groom my pussy,
I never realized how nice it would feel to have a shaved pussy."

   "It is important for you to keep your pussy well-shaved at all times. 
If I see any hair growing on it, you will have to be punished.  Is that
clear, Lezlie?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Very well.  Now it is time to attend to your well-deserved punishment.
Are you ready to be punished for being such a undisciplined slovenly slut?"

   "Yes mistress," I replied fearfully.  I was not at all sure what she had
in mind but, bending over the tub, with my naked butt in the air, I was
inclined to think she was going to spank me.  I was half right.

   Chapter 6

   "Okay, Lezlie.  This is an important part of your training.  Come with
me to the study." I followed her as she had commanded.  "Now sit in this
chair," she said, indicating the straight-backed armless wooden chair
opposite the sturdy oak desk.  As I took my seat, Veronica sat in the plush
leather chair behind the desk.  Leaning forward intently, she commanded,
"Now tell me again why you deserve to be punished."

   I replied, "I deserve to be punished for behaving like a selfish slut
when I suggested you touch my dirty sloppy cunt.  I also deserve to be
punished for my lack of self-discipline when I came too quickly after you
had graciously permitted me to masturbate."

   "Are you sorry for your transgressions and do you wish to be punished
for them, Lezlie?" she asked.

   "Oh yes, Mistress Veronica!" I responded emphatically.  "I realize that
I deserve to be punished and humbly submit to whatever punishment you deem
appropriate."

   "I am glad to hear it.  And what do you think would be an appropriate
punishment for your errors, Lezlie?"

   "I do not really know, Mistress," I admitted.  "This is all so new to
me. I believe it would be appropriate for you to spank or whip me.  I
certainly would feel such a punishment would be just."

   "You are nearly correct, Lezlie.  In fact, I am going to cane you.  Do
you know what a caning is?"

   "I think so, Mistress.  I believe is very painful and can leave
impressive welts on one's buttocks.  I must admit the thought of being
caned is rather frightening."

   "You are right to be frightened, Lezlie; being caned is quite painful.
But I think it is the most appropriate punishment for tonight.  Do you
agree with me?" She asked.

   "I defer to your superior judgment, Mistress.  I would not presume to
question your decision in such a matter as my proper punishment." I assured
her.

   "I am glad to hear that.  Now stand up and bring that chair to the
center of the room."

   After I did as she commanded, she continued: "Now stand in front of the
chair, facing it, and bend over, holding firmly onto the edges of the seat
of the chair, lifting your bottom as high as you can, spreading your legs
about three or four feet apart."

   I positioned myself as commanded.

   "Excellent.  Do not move form that position until I tell you too." She
went to the closet and returned holding rattan cane, about half an inch in
diameter and about three feet long.  I felt both excitement and
trepidation. She held the cane before me, parallel to the ground, in both
hands, and asked "How does this look to you, Lezlie?"

   "Rather terrifying," I admitted.

   "I should think so," Veronica said.  "Would you like to kiss it?"

   "Yes Mistress," I said, more out of a respect for protocol than true
feeling, leaning forward to press my lips against the hard cane.

   "Now we shall begin.  You shall receive seven stripes: three for
suggesting I touch your slimy cunt, and four for cumming too quickly. 
After each stripe, you will count the stroke and thank me for administering
it, and then, except for the last stroke, ask for another.  If you fail to
count correctly, or thank me properly, or ask for the next stroke, I shall
repeat the stripe.  You are to maintain your hold on the chair with both
hands at all times.  If you release either hand before I give you
permission, I will start all over.  Is that clear, Lezlie?"

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica," I said, my anxiety mounting.  I did not expect
to have to be so diligent and involved in my punishment.  "I am ready." I
said, full of foreboding.

   I stiffened myself as I heard the cane swooshing loudly through the air.
The first stripe was so painful that I yelped and jumped slightly when it
landed.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  I was so taken aback by the searing
pain, that it was a few moments before I remembered to say, with as much
sincerity as I could muster: "One!  Thank you, Mistress.  May I please have
another?"

   The second stripe was a bit worse than the first.  Despite the tears now
rolling down my cheeks, I quickly said: "Two!  Thank you, Mistress.  May I
please have another?"

   The third stripe was similar to the second, producing more tears and
another involuntary yelp.  Again I said: "Three!  Thank you, Mistress.  May
I please have another?"

   I braced myself again, but the fourth stripe did not land as expected.
Veronica walked around in front of me and said: "That was the first part of
your punishment, for suggesting I touch your slimy, hairy cunt.  Are you
sorry for being such a slut?  And do you feel that was sufficient
punishment?"

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica.  I am very sorry for being such a slut.  And,
yes, I believe that was exactly the right punishment."

   "Very well.  We shall continue.  But first you may again kiss the cane,"
she said holding it out to me.  I again pressed my lips to it.  She
withdrew it and moved around behind me.

   Veronica administered the next four stripes rather quickly, each
slightly more painful than the last.  I could not help crying rather
heartily, actually sobbing a little after the last stroke.  But, despite
the intense pain, I was careful to say my lines properly after each stripe.
And I held firm to the arms of the chair, lest I be required to repeat the
entire process.  As soon as the caning ended, I became aware that my pussy
was warm and tingling and soaking wet.  It was so perplexing to me that a
caning could be so painful and yet, at same time, so incredibly
stimulating. However, although I immediately found myself wishing that my
mistress would let me masturbate again, I was certain she would forbid it
and perhaps even see that as grounds for more punishment, so I dared not
ask.

   Chapter 7

   Having completed my caning, Veronica put the cane down on the desk and
walked behind me saying, "Time to inspect the damage.  Remember, do not
move or release your hold on the chair until I tell you to, or we will
repeat the entire process." She glided her the tips of her fingers very
gently over my striped bottom, occasionally allowing her fingernails to
lightly scratch me, producing the most exquisite combination of pain and
pleasure.  I could feel my pussy warming and the juices flowing as she
stroked my bottom.  "I see you thoroughly enjoyed your caning, my little
Lezzie sex slave, your pussy is all swollen and wet.  I must admit I am
rather shocked at your tumescent response to such severe corporal
punishment, although it pleases me and tells me a great deal about your
sexual inclinations.  Did you realize you were such a submissive slut, my
pet?"

   "No, Mistress," I moaned.  "Before today I had no idea that such a
brutal caning would be so stimulating." I was so aroused, I could not help
myself, begging "Please, Mistress, I am sorry to be such a slut, but may I
please, please masturbate again?'

   "My, my, Lezlie!" Veronica scolded me.  "I have just completed punishing
you, rather harshly, I might add, for being such a wanton hussy, and here
you are, only moments later, begging me to let you masturbate again.  Such
a self-indulgent attitude is quite a problem."

   I realized she was right.  Was I suddenly such a slut that I could not
go more than a few hours without cumming?  How could this be?  I had always
though of myself as so self-disciplined.  "I'm so sorry, Mistress.  I don't
know what is happening to me.  I'm sorry I am so lascivious."

   "You really are quite shameless, my little Lezzie, and in serious need
of further training.  It is obviously going to be quite a challenge for you
to learn to control your sexual urges.  This next test is going to be of
the utmost importance.  You see, my little slut, one of things I do enjoy
from time to time, is licking a sweet cleanly shaved pussy.  And that is
exactly what is staring right back at me.  Of course, unlike you, I have
complete self-control so, as much as I am tempted by your succulent hot
cunt, it would be no problem for me to refrain from licking it, if I felt
there were a good reason to.  Am I correct in assuming, my little Lezzie,
that you would you like me to lick your aching pussy?"

   I could hardly believe my ears.  It had not yet occurred to me that
beloved mistress would want to lick my burning pussy, and the mere thought
of her wet soft tongue on my clitoris almost made me cum on the spot.  I
couldn't contain my enthusiasm.  "Oh yes, Mistress Veronica!  I can't
imagine anything more wonderful.  Please, please, please lick my pussy!"

   "I don't know if you are ready for that test yet, my little slut,"
Veronica warned.  "I fear you are too undisciplined.  You see, if I lick
your pussy, you must promise me that you will not let yourself cum without
permission.  For if you cum without permission, you will require further
punishment."

   I was desperate.  I think I knew deep down that it was hopeless and I
could not control myself, and that I would climax almost as soon as
Veronica started to lick me.  But, I was so aroused that I tried to
convince myself and my mistress that I could control myself, pleading,
"Please mistress, I promise I will not cum without permission.  I am
certain I can control myself.  Please give me a chance to prove myself to
you."

   "Very well, my little slut, you shall have your test and we shall see
whether you have any self-control at all.  I will be right back.  Do not
move."

   She was gone only a minute when she returned with a small stool, which
she positioned behind me.  I could not see her, but I could tell she was
sitting on the stool, which must have placed her face comfortably at
pussy-level.  "Now remember," she said, as she placed her hands on my
exquisitely tender buttocks, spreading them slightly, "You are not to cum
without explicit permission.  Now lower your chest a little and raise your
bottom as high as you can."

   I did as she commanded.  Suddenly I felt a sensation more amazing than I
had ever imagined as her wet tongue ever so softly touched my widely spread
inner labia.  I felt myself transported to a place I had never dreamed of,
as she rhythmically and gently licked my smoldering pussy.  When she began
to suck and lick my swollen clitoris, I could feel the impending orgasm
building almost immediately.  I knew I could not control it.  I begged,
"Please, Mistress, please may I cum?  I'm so sorry; I don't think I can
control myself.  Please, mistress.  I'm so sorry."

   She withdrew her talented tongue from my pussy and admonished me, "I am
quite disappointed in you, Lezlie.  You apparently have no self-control
when it comes to orgasms.  I am just getting started.  I have had nowhere
near sufficient time to enjoy your delectable pussy.  I will be deeply
offended if you are so thoughtless as to cum prematurely, thereby depriving
me of exhaustively enjoying such a delectable pleasure.  What am I going to
do with you?  Should I stop, or do you think you can possibly control
yourself?"

   Her tongue removed from my clitoris, I felt my impending orgasm subside,
and my confidence in my self-control returned.  "I'm sorry, Mistress.  You
can't imagine how proud I am to hear you tell me that you want to continue
to lick my humble pussy.  Please do continue.  I do want you to enjoy
licking my pussy for as long as you want.  I promise I will control
myself."

   "Very well," said Veronica skeptically.  "But remember, you most
emphatically do not have permission to cum yet."

   "Yes, Mistress, I understand," I replied.

   With that, she resumed her lingual ministrations.  I was reassured when,
initially, she scrupulously avoid touching my inflamed clitoris, as I
suspected that, despite my best intentions, once her tongue touched my
clit, I would no be able to avoid climaxing.  I thrilled to feel her
delicate tongue exploring my nether mouth.  At first she concentrated on
licking my inner labia, but then the tip of her tongue gently penetrated my
oh-so-tight virginal vagina.  It felt amazing.  Still, as long as she
avoided my clitoris, I thought, I could hold off on climaxing.

   But she soon returned to licking and sucking my fiery clit and I quickly
realized it was hopeless, all my good intentions and vain promises were for
naught.  The next few minutes are mostly a blur.  I held out as long as I
could, trying every trick I could think of, including trying to imagine my
disgusting prom date's tongue on my clit, to decrease my arousal.  But I
could not so easily banish my beloved mistress from my mind, her delicate
attentions were too marvelous.  I climaxed explosively, unable even to
stifle my screams of delight, my arms giving way as I collapsed onto my
chest--just barely managing to maintain my old on the chair, my pussy
gushing all over Veronica's face.  Despite my failure of will, she
diligently licked my clit as I was overwhelmed by orgasm after exploding
orgasm.  When finally, after minutes, or possibly hours, my orgasms ebbed,
she continued to lick my grateful pussy for quite some time, thus extending
my orgasmic afterglow.

   When she eventually did stop licking me, I was totally spent.  She was
not pleased.  "Lezlie, you are an insolent and selfish brat!  You have no
self-control at all!  Your training is going to be much more demanding than
I imagined.  You have just earned another five stripes with the cane.  And
I can assure you that I will show you no mercy.  For every undeserved
pleasure, you must receive complementary punishment."

   I was so dazed by my incredible orgasms, that I barely heard what she
said--I merely stored it in the recesses of my mind.  I could not much care
about punishment in the midst of such ecstasy.  But some part of me
perceived that I had to force myself to apologize to Veronica for my
weakness, so I somehow willed myself to return to the present situation and
say meekly, "Please forgive my weakness, Mistress.  For it was weakness,
not impudence, that caused me to climax without permission.  Nevertheless,
I appreciate and happily accept your judgment that I should be punished,
and I look forward to receiving it.  But also, Mistress Veronica, I must
thank you for your astonishing attentions and the most marvelous orgasm I
have ever experienced."

   But Veronica was unmoved.  "Don't imagine, my dear Lezlie, that fancy
rhetoric will compensate for wicked behavior.  Nevertheless, I am happy to
admit that your newly shaved pussy was the most delectable I have ever
tasted.  I am quite pleased to be the proud owner of such a luscious cunt.
I can assure you I will make good use of it."

   I was suddenly doubly delighted from the combined effects my recent
orgasm of Veronica's unexpected approbation.  Even the thought of my
imminent punishment could not diminish my ecstasy.  "Oh thank you,
Mistress! You can't imagine how wonderful it is for me to hear you
compliment my pussy so generously."

   "I am going to administer your additional punishment now," Veronica
informed me as she arose and retrieved the cane form the desk.  "Now assume
the proper position, Lezlie.  This time, after each stroke, after you thank
me, I want you to also say `I'm sorry I am such a slut.' As before, any
errors or omissions will result in the stroke being repeated.  Is that
clear?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I replied.  I suddenly was quite frightened of the
upcoming caning.  My first caning, though harsh, had seemed a bit of a
game. This time Veronica seemed truly angry.  Nevertheless, my sexual
rapture was undiminished.

   I kissed the cane when she presented it to me and she took her position
behind me, commanding: "Now remind me why you need to be punished, my
naughty sex slave."

   "I need to be punished, Mistress Veronica, because I climaxed too
quickly and without permission, thus demonstrating my lack of self-control
while also depriving you of the opportunity to lick my juicy cunt for as
long as you would have liked.  I humbly apologize and look forward to
receiving my just punishment."

   "Very well," she said.  I heard the cane whoosh though the air before
landing explosively on my lower buttocks, almost at the junction of my
buttocks and legs.  Not only was this stripe much more intense than any I
had yet received but, due to being so low and so hard, it compressed my
flesh and actually hit my swollen labia.  The pain was deliciously
excruciating.

   I could not help but cry out as tears instantly welled up in my eyes.  I
gasped and caught my breath and said, between sobs, as clearly as I could:
"One!  Thank you, Mistress.  I'm sorry I am such a slut.  May I please have
another?"

   I was immediately rewarded with another stripe, this one just as severe
but on my upper thighs and just as intense.  I was suddenly in agony.  I
stifled a sob and exclaimed: "Two!  Thank you, Mistress.  I'm sorry I am
such a slut.  May I please have another?"

   She did not hesitate between strokes.  As soon as I had dutifully
requested another, she provided it--though the remainder were on the meat
of my buttocks, so I could barely tolerate them.  By the time she finished
I was sobbing openly, tears streaming down my face.  It took all my will
power to say, "Five!  Thank you, Mistress.  I'm sorry I am such a slut."
And believe me, I was truly sorry.  My punishment had certainly had its
intended effect.  Though my pussy continued to smolder, the last of my
post-orgasmic bliss had been dispelled by my most exemplary caning.

   Veronica placed the cane on the desk and looked at me and said, "I
suppose you had better get used to the cane as, based on your behavior so
far, you will be requiring frequent discipline.  I am not at all optimistic
that you will soon be able to tame that wild pussy of yours.  Now you may
let go of the chair and straighten up and put you legs together.  I want
you to reach around and feel the welts on your bottom and thighs.  You have
twelve beautiful stripes, which I expect will not disappear for several
days."

   Chapter 8

   I did not realize how stiff I had become, having maintained my posture
for at least forty minutes.  But I managed to stand up despite the numbness
in my legs.  I was shocked when I reached around and lightly touched my
tender bottom, the welts were quite prominent and exquisitely sensitive,
although rubbing them gently did soothe the pain ever-so-slightly.  I was
no longer sobbing, but, for the first time since I had laid eyes on
Veronica, I realized I was exhausted by the evening's activities, which I
reviewed in my mind's eye: Licking my mistress's luscious pussy, then two
superlative orgasms combined with two brutal canings.

   I must have slumped slightly, as Veronica admonished me to "Stand up
straight, slut." Then she asked, "How does your ass feel, my little Lezzie
sex slave?  Does it feel well-punished?"

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica, indeed it does.  I cannot thank you enough for
your loving discipline."

   "And how does your pussy feel now?  No doubt it is eager for more
attention, is it not?" She asked scornfully.

   "Yes, Mistress.  My cunt feels so well satisfied, yet so hot for more
attention, it is insatiable.  I am so sorry to be such a slut, but your
mere presence, even the thought of you, just makes me so hot and horny. 
Please forgive me, I only want to please you, it's just that my cunt seems
to have a mind of its own."

   "Stop making excuses, Lezlie.  You must learn to have complete control
over your body--including that wicked little cunt of yours.  Now you shall
have another lesson, though I am confident that this one will please you
greatly.  I want to spend the next hour on the internet, and I want you to
lick my pussy while I am surfing."

   She walked around behind the desk and deftly lifted her blue dress over
her head, and the sat down in her leather chair, completely naked.  This
was the first time I had had a chance to see her in all her exquisite
splendor.  She was even more beautiful than I had imagined.  Her breasts
were perfect, not huge, but significantly larger than mine, perfectly
shaped and firm, with only the slightest concession to gravity.  Her
areolae were dark brown, her slightly darker nipples were prominently
swollen and stiff.  Her abs were well-muscled with no hint of any excess
fat.

   Veronica woke me from my reverie: "Don't stand there daydreaming, lazy
Lezzie, crawl under the desk and start licking my pussy."

   I did as she commanded, crawling under her heavy desk to find her
sitting right on the edge of the chair, with her legs spread wide, inviting
me to lick her open pussy.  The aroma was delightful as I dove right in,
voracious to taste her again.  How sweet she tasted!

   As I started to lick her pussy, Veronica continued evenly, "I want to
teach you a lesson about self-control.  It is now 8:25.  For the next hour,
you are to lick my pussy with that eager tongue of yours, keeping your
tongue in contact with my pussy at all times, doing everything in your
power to try to make me cum.  Meanwhile, to demonstrate to you how to have
perfect self-control, I will refrain from climaxing.  If you can make me
cum during the first hour, your next transgression will be excused without
punishment.  Good luck."

   With that, she apparently went to work on the computer.  I immediately
recognized that I was extremely fortunate to have a full hour to spend
doing nothing but licking my mistress's scrumptious pussy.  But I was torn.
On the one hand, I did not want to have her cum prematurely, depriving me
of any of the 60 minutes I had been promised, and I could no understand her
exasperation with my lack of self-control.  On the other hand, I did want
to make her cum so I would escape my next punishment.  Besides, she had
commanded me to try to make her cum.  So I set my mind to strategizing how
I could make her cum just a few minutes before the end of the hour.

   I spent several minutes entirely ignoring my mistress's clitoris, just
licking her labia minora and teasing her tight vagina with my determined
tongue.  Eventually her vagina relaxed enough to accept my full tongue deep
within it.  I would work my tongue in as deep as I could, then wiggle it
from side to side for a minute or two.  I could hear her breathing become
more rapid and irregular and suspected that I may be making some progress
in breaking down her defenses.  Perceiving her possible weakening, I began
to attend to her clitoris, initially sucking on it and licking it rather
gently, then attacking it more vigorously.  Veronica's pussy juices were
flowing quite heavily now and her hips began to writhe very slightly. 
Occasionally I could hear her moan quietly and at one point she squeezed
her thighs tightly against my ears as I urgently licked and sucked her
clit.

   By now I had no idea how long I had been licking Veronica's pussy. 
Although I could tell she was struggling a bit, she nevertheless appeared
to be maintaining control.  Noticing my own pussy creaming, and feeling
progressively more aroused, it occurred to me that I might actually be
closer to climaxing than my mistress.  Eventually, I lapsed into a sort of
hypnotic trance, continuing to lick her pussy, alternating between licking
and sucking her clitoris and rhythmically penetrating her vagina with my
tongue, but no longer consciously trying to make her cum.  My awareness of
Veronica's responsiveness lapsed as well, most likely because it changed
very little, despite my continued pussy-licking.  Eventually I became aware
of a stiffness in my neck and soreness in my legs and knees and, despite my
continuing pleasure in licking my sweet mistress's pussy, I found myself
wishing the hour were up and she would come so I could finally rest.

   I was roused from my trance by Veronica's announcing, "You see, my
little Lezzie sex slave, a woman with an ounce of self-control is able to
maintain her composure, and avoid climaxing, through an entire hour of
cunnilingus.  Even when the lezzie pussy-licker is as skillful and
determined as you, my sweet Lezzie sex slave.  But now that I have proven
my point, I will happily give in to your attentions and allow you to bring
me to orgasm.  And the sooner you can accomplish that task, the more
satisfied with you I will be."

   With that, she leaned back in he chair and relaxed her legs spreading
them even wider.  I now became more focused again and went to work on her
clitoris with such vigor that she began to pant and buck within a few
minutes before arching her back and moaning as she dissolved into a massive
orgasm.

   When her climax finally subsided, she whispered, "Lezlie, you have had a
long and eventful day.  We both need our sleep.  Let's get up and go to the
living room." As I straightened up, she stood as well and slipped on her
dress, hiding her exquisite form from my view.  "But first," she continued,
"get a towel from the bathroom and clean up the mess you made my leather
chair and the floor."

   "Yes Mistress," I replied as I followed her command, cleaning up the
slobbery mess I had made, before following her to the living room.

   Chapter 10

   Entering the living room, I glanced at the clock and noted it was just
after ten.  Veronica said: "Tonight, Lezlie, you will sleep on the sofa. 
You will find linens, blankets, and pillows in the hall closet.  You may
use the guest bathroom, where you will find an unopened toothbrush and
basic toiletries.  You are to remain entirely naked until I give you
specific instructions otherwise.  You may have free run of the apartment,
except that you are forbidden to enter either the study or my bedroom
without explicit permission.  In fact, tonight I will lock both doors.  You
may stay up as late as you like and eat or drink anything you find in the
kitchen except, of course, you may have no alcohol.  In the morning, you
will make a pot of coffee, of which you may drink two cups.  I will come
out of my room at 7 AM and I expect to find everything properly put away
and the kitchen cleaned up, and you naked and kneeling beside the sofa,
ready for the day.  And don't forget to make sure that your pussy is
properly shaved.  I do not want to find any irritating stubble on it.  Do
you have any questions, Lezlie?"

   "No, Mistress Veronica, I think everything is quite clear," I replied.

   "Very well.  Oh, and one more thing.  You may play with your pussy as
much as you like tonight, but you are absolutely forbidden to have an
orgasm.  Indeed, it would probably be a useful exercise for you to practice
self-control by playing with yourself but avoiding cumming.  Although I
wish I had confidence that my mere command not to cum would guarantee your
compliance, you have proven yourself such an undisciplined slut, that I
fear you again may violate my simple order.  Therefore, I want to make it
clear that if you do climax tonight, you are to admit it to me first thing
in the morning and request appropriate punishment.  Is that clear, my
little Lezzie sex slave?"

   "Yes, Mistress.  I will try very hard not to cum.  But, if I fail you, I
promise to inform you."

   "Very well, Lezlie.  You may kiss me goodnight."

   "Thank you, Mistress!" I exclaimed gratefully, as I approached her.  She
embraced me warmly and, as our mouths met, my lips parted hungrily, though
her response was much more controlled.  When our tongues briefly touched, I
felt as if I were melting.  She ended the kiss much more quickly than I
would have preferred, but held the loving embrace for some time as I buried
my head in her neck, feeling extraordinarily cherished and safe.

   I had a restless night.  I was surprised at how sore my bottom was,
forcing me to sleep much of the night on my stomach.  Unable to sleep, I
spent much of the night playing with my aroused breasts and hungry pussy. I
was quite proud when morning arrived and I realized I had managed to avoid
climaxing.  In the morning, I got up at 5:30 and put the linens away and
made certain the apartment was neat and clean.  I made a pot of coffee and,
after drinking my allotted two cups, bathed, and shaved my pussy.  I was
kneeling naked beside the sofa when Veronica came out of the bedroom at
seven, looking well rested and glorious in a short shear green robe.

   She greeted me warmly: "Good morning my lovely Lezzie sex slave."
Glancing around the room, she continued, "You seem to have followed my
commands from last night.  Did you manage to control you lasciviousness and
avoid climaxing as ordered?"

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica," I affirmed proudly.

   "Very good.  Maybe you are not such an irredeemable slut after all.  Let
me get some coffee and then I will give you instructions for the day." She
returned from the kitchen with her coffee and sat before me on the sofa.

   Chapter 11

   "Tell me Lezlie, do you remember what I told you over coffee yesterday
about power exchange?" Veronica asked.

   "I'm sorry Mistress," I said, "I remember the gist of it but not the
details.  However, I feel as if, over the past eighteen hours, I have
experienced a great deal of what you described."

   "Indeed you have my dear.  But the point I want to highlight is that, in
any healthy relationship, the power exchange must be completely voluntary.
Do you remember me emphasizing that?"

   "Yes, Mistress" I said, "I remember that quite clearly."

   "Well, my little ingénue," she purred, "I think an argument could be
made that I manipulated you into becoming my sex slave by getting you so
hopelessly aroused that you could barely think straight.  Indeed, I admit
that I did manipulate you to a degree, but only to demonstrate to you your
own submissive nature.  What I discerned, and what you discovered, is that
you are a genuine submissive who can only fulfill her essential nature in
the context of a relationship with a dominant mistress.  But I hasten to
add that, despite your profound need to be submissive in the context of our
relationship, you are a very strong woman.  This is another aspect of the
paradox of power exchange, for only a powerful, willful person can be
completely submissive to another person, because only such a person is
capable of freely making and sustaining the commitment required.  Do you
understand me, Lezlie?"

   "Yes and no," I admitted.  "I am so confused, I'm not sure anything
makes any sense to me anymore."

   "That is precisely my point, my darling Lezlie," She declared.  "You
need a little time to clear your head and make sure you know exactly what
you are getting yourself into.  Even though you have already consented to
be my sex slave, I am releasing you from that promise and I insist that you
spend several hours today on your own, away from my influence, to think it
over and decide if that is really what you want.  And I want to make clear
exactly what it is you are committing to, by reminding you of the four
things you must promise if you are to be my sex slave.

   "First, you must promise to come and go wherever and whenever I command
you, without question and without hesitation.  Second, you must,
immediately and without equivocation, perform whatever act I command,
whether sexual or otherwise.  Third, you must learn to anticipate my
desires and make every effort to satisfy them without waiting for me to
ask. Finally, you must refrain from engaging in any sexual
activity--including masturbation--without my explicit permission.  Those
are the key elements of the commitment.

   "Now I want to make this as explicit as I can," she continued.  "The
most important point is that, if you decide to be my sex slave, you are
ceding to me absolute power over every aspect of your life.  There is no
turning back.  And, once you commit to me, you are also relinquishing the
power to terminate the relationship; only I will have that power and that
power will be unconditional.  Whether I choose to continue or terminate you
enslavement, you will have no recourse.  However, I assure you that, as
your mistress, I will not only insist that you continue your education, I
will guide and tutor you and I am confident that you will be even more
successful with my support and guidance than you would be otherwise. 
Finally, you can see that I have great wealth and live an exceptionally
comfortable life.  As my slave I will care for all your material needs,
although your lifestyle will be decidedly more austere.  But of course, you
shall never want for any necessity.

   "So this is your moment of truth, my beloved Lezzie sex slave.  When I
release you shortly, you will get dressed and go to your dorm room and to
class as if this were a normal Friday.  Over the course of the day, you are
to think things over carefully.  This is a most fateful decision,
undoubtedly the most fateful decision of your young life so far, and
perhaps of you entire life.

   "If you decide you do not want to be my sweet Lezzie sex slave, merely
stay home and do not return here this evening.  But understand that if you
make that decision, I will treat you with complete and utter indifference
from this point forward and I will never reconsider my invitation to be
your mistress.

   However, if you decide you do want to be my sweet Lezzie sex slave, you
must return here tonight by 6:00 PM.  If you return, bring with you three
sexy outfits--no trousers, mind you--with appropriate accessories, some
lingerie, some work-out clothes, a bathing suit, and whatever school
materials you will need through the weekend.  If you return, you will not
be permitted to leave my presence the entire weekend.  We will work out the
other details later.  Is that clear, Lezlie?" Veronica inquired.

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica." I responded.  "It is entirely clear.  You are
absolutely correct: This is the most fateful decision I will ever be likely
to make.  And yet, I feel completely confident that I could never want
anything more than I want to be your sweet Lezzie sex slave.  So I will go
to my classes and then gather my things, as you instruct, and return here
this evening.  I am eager to continue my training.  What is the earliest I
may return, Mistress?"

   "You are not to return before five.  And, despite your protestations,"
Veronica persisted, "I must insist that, at some point during the day, you
sit down and consider the gravity of what you are about to undertake.  If
you change your mind, you need only not return here tonight.  Then
everything will return to the way it was, save for your memories of our
time together."

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica, "I said.  "I promise to do as you say and
consider my decision very carefully."

   "Very well, Lezlie.  Now there are a few things that we need to attend
to, before you leave for the day.  First, I would like you to lick my pussy
for about fifteen minutes.  Of course, I will not allow myself to climax.
This will serve two purposes.  I will have a little sexual stimulation to
help carry me through the day and you will have my taste on your tongue and
my aroma in your nostrils as you go about the day's activities.  Now fetch
a clean towel and for me to sit on while you lick me."

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica.  Thank you!" I said gratefully, having not
expected to be permitted such an indulgence this morning.

   I returned with the towel and laid in on the sofa as instructed.  As
Veronica removed her robe, I became weak at her phenomenal beauty.  She
positioned herself with her legs spread wide, and I dropped to my knees
before her and asked, "May I begin, Mistress?"

   "Yes you may, Lezlie.  Remember you will only be permitted fifteen
minutes of oral pleasure."

   I began licking her greedily.  I knew she would want me to try to make
her cum, even though both of us knew her self-control would prevail. 
Nevertheless, she responded quite excitedly to my attentions, squirming and
moaning with such passion that I thought she might actually climax despite
herself.  But, of course, she didn't and, after fifteen minutes I was
forced to desist when she said emphatically, "That will do my little
Lezzie. I must say you have quite a way with that sweet lezzie tongue of
yours.  Now kneel in your usual position while I get myself back together."

   After she arose and straightened her hair and put on her robe, she said,
"Now it is your turn, Lezlie.  I am going to give you the briefest of
pussy-lickings, just enough to get your juices flowing and your pussy
aching, but not enough to permit you the opportunity to disappoint me again
by climaxing.  Is that clear, Lezlie?"

   "Yes Mistress.  Thank you for allowing me to lick your delicious pussy
and thank you for the incredible honor of having you lick my poor pussy. 
How would you like me positioned, Mistress?"

   "You may take my place on the towel on the sofa and spread your legs
wide, drawing them up to your chest and holding them there." I did as she
commanded, and she knelt down, appearing as regal as ever, even in that
humble position.  She inspected my pussy carefully, commenting, "Very nice,
Lezlie, you have done a fine job of shaving your pussy--I see no unsightly
stubble or nicks." She caressed my labia majora lightly with her thumbs and
I shivered as I felt my pussy juices start to flow.  The pressure of her
thumbs increased slightly and, as she spread my outer pussy lips, she
commented, "My, my, little Lezzie.  Your pussy is so eager for attention
that it is already quite wet.  This shall take only a moment."

   With that, she extended her wet tongue and placed it gently on my moist,
parted labia minora, licking the copious juices flowing from my vagina,
then licking up and down the length of my pussy a few times, barely
touching my instantly-erect clitoris.  I was astonished and chagrined at
the rapidity with which I became intensely aroused, squirming and moaning
and panting heavily as I struggled to control my intense urge to climax. 
Mercifully, Veronica stopped licking me almost as soon as she had begun,
and I was spared the humiliation of another forbidden orgasm.

   Veronica was obviously surprised and amused at my distress.  "You are
such a wanton hussy, my little Lezzie sex slave.  You would have cum right
then and there if I had continued licking you only a few seconds longer. 
Assuming you return to me tonight, we are going to have to initiate a
serious training program to tame your incorrigible cunt.  It won't be easy,
and I am certain I will enjoy it much more than you will.

   "Now wait here and try to get a little better control of yourself.  I
will be right back," she said as she arose.  She walked to her bedroom,
returning in less than a minute, and said, "Now stand up, Lezlie, I have
something for you," holding out the skimpiest of black thong panties. 
"These will be a couple of sizes small for you, so they should fit
perfectly.  Put them on."

   "Yes, Mistress," I said, wondering how I would ever get into them. 
Nevertheless, with a concerted effort, I was able to just get them up over
my hips, but they were small that the thong was extremely tight in my butt
crack and the crotch was stretched taught and worked its way between my
pussy lips.  It was both uncomfortable and surprisingly stimulating.

   I started to try to pull the crotch out of my pussy, but Veronica,
stopped me saying, "No little Lezzie, that is exactly the point, they are
supposed to be buried in your pussy.  Now spread your legs and then reach
down and spread our pussy lips and make sure the panties are as far into
your pussy as possible.  Ideally, the material will even work its way
between our labia minora."

   "Yes, Mistress," I said as I followed her directions.  By carefully
spreading my pussy lips and wriggling around, I was able to work the
panties well into my pussy, even separating my inner labia as Veronica had
instructed me, producing a pleasing pressure on my clitoris.  "There," I
said, "how is that?"

   Veronica instructed me to sit on the wooden chair where I had first
masturbated and spread my legs, so she could inspect me.  "That is perfect.
They fit you beautifully.  These panties will be another reminder of me,
produce a stimulating friction on your hot clitoris throughout the day. 
Now put on your skirt and bra and top."

   After I was dressed, Veronica looked me up and down and noted, "You look
respectable enough.  I can't imagine anyone looking at you would suspect
what a depraved slut you are.  Let me see you walk around the apartment a
bit."

   "Yes, Mistress Veronica," I replied.  As I walked around the apartment,
although my clitoris was continually stimulated, it was subtle enough that
I was fairly confident I would not climax inadvertently.

   "How does that feel, Lezlie?  Are you about to cum, yet?" Veronica
asked.

   "It feels pleasantly stimulating, Mistress," I replied "but I am sure I
can control my self enough not to cum." I hoped I sounded more confident
than I felt.

   "Very well, "she said wistfully.  "It is time for you to run along.  But
I want to remind you that, unless and until you decide, definitively, that
you are NOT coming back here, you are to follow all the rules I have
outlined.  In particular, you are not to engage in any sexual activity,
including masturbation.  When you get home, you may change your clothes if
you like.  However, you must wear those panties all day except you may
remove them to pee or to bathe or shower.  But when you put them back on,
make sure you work them back into your pussy just like they are now.  In
addition, you are not to skip any of your classes.  And pay attention and
take good notes--no daydreaming about licking my pussy or fantasizing about
seducing the nymphet sitting in front of you.  I hope to see you again this
evening, my precious Lezzie sex slave."

   "Yes Mistress Veronica.  I promise to follow all the rules," I assured
her.  "And, although I will do as you insist and seriously consider my
decision today, I am quite confident that no amount of reflection will
change my mind.  I can't imagine not wanting to be your devoted sex slave,
Mistress."

   With that, I walked out of Veronica's apartment and headed to my dorm
room.