State of Affairs, Chapter 6

by Ronk

Terry sat naked at Carmen's vanity and gazed at her reflection in the lighted mirror that faced her. The young woman staring back at her hadn't changed much since high school she thought. Her face was still smooth and flawless, her long delicate neck and petite shapely shoulders framed in soft golden blond hair suggested she was still just 17. She turned to one side and admired how her breasts stood out from her body and slightly pointed upward. Her pink nipples were hard and erect with anticipation of what Carmen might have in store for her tonight.

Terry fought the impulse to masturbate, her submissive nature and the vulnerable situation she was in made her terribly horny and the more her mind went over her dire circumstances the more intense her sexual desires became. Giving in to the shameful impulse Terry gently played with her breasts, trapping each hard nipple between thumb and forefinger twisting and pinching them helping to fan the flames that were building in her Pussy. She surrendered to her lust and slid her other hand down over her smooth flat tummy past her pierced navel until she reached the manicured patch of pubic hairs leading to her slit. Slowly she teased herself, slapping her pubic mound then tugging at her tiny pubic hairs until she couldn't stand it anymore and quickly parted her thighs and reached down to capture her moist slit and open her lips so her hungry fingers could bathe in the hot wet juices inside. Mindlessly and with practiced perfection she slid two fingers up and down her inner lips seeking out her inflamed clit eager to irritate it into a frenzied froth.

A shout from the living room broke Terry's self abuse as Carmen's angry voice invaded her lust clouded mind. "What's taking you so long, You HAD better NOT be touching yourself again young lady."

Fear replaced passion and Terry reluctantly removed her fingers from her now inflamed clit. Carmen would surely punish her if she was caught touching her lover's "property" without permission. After several uncomfortable seconds of silence Terry was able to regain her composer.

"I'm ... I'm almost ready Ms. Carmen."

Terry hurriedly located the makeup that Carmen insisted she wear when they were together and as instructed she applied a thick dark coating of black mascara to her naturally long lashes then applied a thick coating of smudge-proof red lipstick to her full pouting lips. She applied more of the same lipstick to each of her aureola making sure not to get any on her erect nipples. She enjoyed this final step as it produced a pleasant tingling sensation in each breast.

As she neatly put the make-up away Terry's attention was drawn to Carmen's favorite wooden brush, it's large wooden head and thick sturdy handle was her lover's first tool of choice when it came to discipline. Terry studied the ornately carved brush for a few minutes remembering the pain and pleasure it brought her under the expert hands of Ms.Carmen. An uneasy tension was building in her tummy as she placed the heavy brush back on the vanity and focused on her reflection in the mirror. The stark contrast of the dark eye makeup and deep red lips against her light skin and blond hair made her look like a cheap slut. The reflection of her once virgin young breasts with their now garishly decorated aureola filled her with shame and embarrassment.

Terry took a deep breath slowly stood up and slipped on the 5" red stiletto heals that Ms. Carmen had placed near the bed for her. She grabbed the camera, leather paddle and tripod from the closet and reluctantly walked into the living room.

"Why?" She thought. "Why did I let her have my journal?"

... Terry was reaching a boiling point now, a place of emotional and physical no return, her slim hips and tight little bottom involuntarily raised from the chair seat in an attempt to force Ms.Mayo's maddening fingers to complete their journey. But her tormentor would have none of that, a fact she made clear as Ms. Mayo's manicured nails crawled back and forth across Terry's naked inner thighs inching ever so close to her dripping slit. Suddenly, deep beneath her stomach, Terry became aware of a new powerful sensation, multiple little tremors of explosive sensations were building between her legs. Her eyes shoot open and she began to struggle for breath, her body was twisting from side to side and her face caught fire and a new wave of sweat poured down her body. Never before had she felt such torment as her body struggled to cope with her teachers cruel manipulations.

Terry fixed her desperate eyes upon the face of her beautiful teacher hoping her pitiful expression would convince her to finally allow her to cum. To her disappointment all she saw in Ms. Mayo's eyes were pity and concern as if Terry was somehow afflicted with a terrible mental disorder.

The grim faced Ms. Mayo slowly broke contact from the confused and distraught young teen. "I'm afraid I can't help you here Terry," she said.

Several moments past as Terry's body slowly came down from the emotional and physical crisis that her body had been forced into.

"Wha ... why?" Terry managed to get out between gasps for air.

Terry was so confused now, her body was screaming for release and she knew Ms. Mayo had to see this yet every time her teacher brought her to these heights she conveniently came up with an excuse to stop.

"Terry," Ms. Mayo said gesturing at the clock. "It's almost 6 p.m., you don't want your mother to worry, now do you?"

Terry looked from her teachers concerned face to the clock and sighed with frustration and profound disappointment at the thought of another day without the release she so desperately needed. Terry sat up straight and managed to pull herself together sufficiently enough to stand.

Ms. Mayo knew the hour was late but couldn't resist the impulse to push Terry just a bit closer to the edge. While her young student was still distracted she unbuttoned another two buttons on her silk blouse and pretended to straighten her desk while at the same time provide Terry with something to look at as she prepared to leave. Ms. Mayo made sure to bend over at the waste several times to give Terry plenty of chances to look down at her abundant cleavage. She purposely positioned herself so Terry had a good long look at her slim tight ass. Pleased at Terry's bewildered reaction and how the young teen took every chance she was given to check out her seductive body, Ms. Mayo faced Terry and broke the silence.

"Wait, before you leave I have a surprise for you."

As Ms. Mayo walked her visibly frustrated student to the door she quickly explained that she had contacted Terry's mother and gotten her permission to allow Terry to spend the weekend at her home.

"I told your mother that I needed your help to decorate my house for a harvest celebration that I'm holding for the class during the winter break. At first she was reluctant to allow you to spend the weekend, but I explained to her that the entire class would be there too and it just wouldn't be fair to leave you out."

The words, "Entire class", sank Terry's enthusiasm almost immediately and a deep depression clouded her face as her momentary hope of being alone for the weekend with Ms. Mayo was dashed. For just a split second she let down her guard and fought the ever present shame and embarrassment and allowed her perverted imagination to run wild at the thought of a weekend with her teacher.

"Terry," she imagined Ms. Mayo saying. "I don't want to have sex with you, a want to make love to you."

Terry's heart beat faster as she imagines Ms. Mayo taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom then stripping her naked. The erotic daydream is so real as she watches from outside her body the movie like scene of her teacher gently kissing her face while slowly inserting her moist fingers between her pussy lips.

Her daydream quickly fades as the reality of what her teacher just said sunk in. Terry regained her composure and tried to hide her disappointment from her teacher.

"That sounds great Ms.Mayo," Terry said, forcing her voice to sound excited.

"Tomorrow is Friday after our extra credit class I'll take you to my house, now you better get going before your late getting home." Ms. Mayo said as she gently pushed Terry into the hallway.