Message-ID: <4596eli$9710051126@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4596.txt> From: cmoon01@aol.com (Cmoon01) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: CMoon Story Repost - Dominant Schoolgirl Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971005051900.BAA17535@ladder02.news.aol.com> A CMoon Story Don't read if under age. Etc. Dominant Schoolgirl. Beautiful Mistress Laura stood haughtily before me, 6 feet tall in all her 17 year old splendor, gazing at my helpless, naked body. She laughed cruelly as my adoring eyes raced across her superb young body, and stepped forward to attach steel clips to my nipples, twisting them to ensure they were firmly adhered to the tender flesh. "So, Mis-ter Holmes," she taunted, "Despite your proud words, you couldn't stay away from me. I knew you'd be back. My proud Mathematics teacher. What do you think the other girls would think, to see you as a slave to a sweet schoolgirl!" I cringed, surely glowing red with the humiliation and embarrassment, but I knew she was right. I had tried to break free, but it was hopeless. She was so beautiful, I knew I'd never be able to possess her, but at least I might have a chance to serve the lovely young vixen. "Don't worry slave, your Mistress will take care of you. You can continue to work at school, but I expect a lot more respect for me and my friends. And always remember the commands I give must be obeyed... precisely!" she said. I shivered at her words and the stern look in her blue eyes. Somehow she knew of my transgression. She removed the silk shirt that she had graciously accepted as a token gift from me. I was instantly erect at the sight of her strong taut body, her lovely breasts encased in a black silken bra, almost transparent to my lusting eyes. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to her breasts, rubbing my face roughly over the soft silk. She picked up a stiff crop and began painfully manipulating the clips in my nipples. I groaned in pain and pleasure, thanking Mistress Laura for the honor of her punishments. Mistress then chose a long, nasty looking whip and, looking me in the eyes, slowly oiled it. After having me kiss the whip, she gave me three sharp cracks across the chest. God, she was strong. She dragged a long red nail along the welts, happy with her work. Laura walked behind me and put a blindfold over my eyes. I heard and then felt her wrath three times each on my back and ass. I thanked her for each blow. "I do enjoy watching your muscles spasm with the taste of my whip, slave. Now what should we do about that miserably eager muscle between your legs?" I was certain now that she knew of my transgression. She began fastening aligator clips all along the 7 inch shaft of my throbbing cock as I thanked her for each painful pinch. Something familiar dug in all around the swollen head. I screamed in pain and fear. I thanked her for this new unseen torment. I felt her warm strong hand on my ball sac and then an ice cold steel clamp she kept in the freezer. She tightened the clamp excrutiatingly slowly until my ball were a tight purple package. She ripped off my blindfold and I was able to see the Goddess in full glory, wearing her shiny black thigh high patent-leather boots. Another gift from me. Below the boots she wore dark pantyhose but no panties, and even in my pain I strained to see her glorious pussy through the nylon mesh. With amusement, she caught me looking and ran a finger along the source of her superiority and put it to my lips. "I am wet with your torture, slave. If you were a good slave it would be time for me to allow you to pleasure me. But you are not a good slave, are you?" I hung my head in shame and blurted out my confession. Yesterday, I had thought of her beautiful, strong body, and commanding presence. I had masturbated and cum, against her specific instructions. Mistress whistled and another male slave came into the room. I was sure I recognized him as the captain of the school football team. He eagerly obeyed when she commanded him to begin servicing her sweet ass with his mouth. I groaned and struggled against the chains, seeing another pleasuring my Mistress was too much. She began to methodically thread thin nylon cords through the holes in the ends of the alligator clips while the lucky slave buried his face into her nylon-covered posterior, straining to penetrate his trained tongue deep into her young anus. She asked how many times I had cum against her orders. The answer was twice, so she attached two one pound weights to the clamp around my balls, threading them with the nylon as well. I thanked her for the cruelty. She whistled again and a shaved female slave entered the dungeon. I definately knew this one - Mrs Watson, the wife of the PE teacher. She was in her early thirties, and had apparently been enslaved by the young Lolita as I had. It was obvious she also knew who I was, and kept her eyes carefully averted from me. This slave was to be allowed the ultimate reward, pleasuring my Mistress's pussy. Mistress stretched to reach another eyehook in the ceiling while the slaves carried out their duties tongueing her pussy and ass. In her other hand she held a Puppetteer's control board with the strings attached to my areas of torture. She worked the strings to torment my inferior male puppet flesh while the lucky slaves were allowed to worship her. It seemed like hours before she came, writhing and squirming and humping the slaves eager faces. She ordered them to leave and reminded them that they would be receiving severe whippings to compensate for this reward. Tears of pain were streaming down my face, and I knew I had finally been broken by my Goddess. "You have one strike against you, slave. This was the punishment for your first act of disobedience. Should you sin again you will receive a far harsher punishment. I will have John here," she indicated the face buried into her ass, "fuck your ass!" I trembled in real fear. I had no desire to earn her disapproval again. The pain of her punishments I could just about stand. But not that. Mistress Laura realised how much she had terrified me, and smiled a beautiful, sweet, girlish smile. But, God, how cruel my schoolgirl dominatrix looked. THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /