| State of Affairs, Chapter 9 Terry awoke with a start as the scent of Ms.Mayo's musky perfume mingled with sounds of a struggle coming from somewhere beyond the dark. She thought she was dreaming but as she lay in the pitch black of an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed, she again heard the muffled whimpers and soft urgent pleading of another woman. The pounding in Terry's head began to subside as the last of the wine her teacher had given her faded away. Fear replaced confusion as she struggled to remember the last few minutes ... hours of her day. Her attention was abruptly torn from her dilemma by more pleas of desperation pouring in from the darkness. "P...p - Please ... Naaaha." "Shhh, you'll wake my guest, you don't want to make me angry, do you?" "No, but..." "Open your mouth wider, there thats a good girl...Now spread your legs." Terry wondered with growing curiosity. "What's happening out there? That voice, it sounds like ... Ms. Mayo's." As the sounds of the lurid struggle outside her door diminished, Terry focused her mind back to her own drama as she shockingly discovered she was naked and still could not remember anything beyond her second glass of wine. Terry lay there in the dark nestled between soft warm silk sheets straining to hear she the continuing drama. "That had to be her teacher's voice," she thought. She sounded angry, but the second voice she couldn't place, as it had become just a series of grunts followed by an occasional squeal of pain, or was it pleasure? As the commotion grew more intense, Terry's body began to respond to the shameful acts she could only imagine were being done to the poor girl, she laid back in the silky sensuous soft bed and allowed her minds eye to brew up all sorts of lewd and unspeakable things that might be happening just beyond her sight. Wickedly she devoured Ms. Mayo's perfumed essence from the silk top sheet that covered her naked body, breathing in its heady bouquet wishing she could give in to the urgent need to please herself. She was no stranger to the art of masturbation, Ms. Mayo had seen to that. Many of the videos she was required to watch included heavy masturbation scenes. Her teacher played one particular video several times for Terry and insisted she divulge her feelings after each showing no matter how lurid or shameful they might be. Terry closed her eyes surrendering to the erotic wave of scents and sounds that surrounded her as the familiar scene of the video played on in her mind ... A petite young girl was sitting naked on a leather couch, her long skinny legs spread wide open exposing her hairless cunt without shame. Her unblemished white pale skin and long blond hair captivated Terry's erotic imagination and sent shivers down her spine as she watched the torrid scene playing before her. The camera slowly wandered down the girls athletic body, focusing on her soft golden hair as it sensuously cascaded down around her shoulders resting atop her firm breasts, softly tickling her stiff protruding nipples. The scene slowly changed its focus to a woman sitting in a leather chair, she looked old enough to be the girls mother, the thought of which haunted Terry's twisted imagination. She appeared to be a powerful woman of means as she looked down upon the young submissive girl. In stark contrast to the naked girl before her, she was fully clothed from her 5 inch stiletto heels,silk stockings, red latex skirt and a tight white blouse that barely restrained her perfect breasts. Her short cropped red hair and sultry brown eyes were penetrating, but Terry's attention was drawn to the woman's luscious plump lips and how they were expertly displayed with a thick coating of ruby red lipstick and gloss. Her image was made even more sinister by the riding crop she held in her right hand. Terry's pussy tingled as she watched the gorgeous woman slowly slap its leather fob against her left palm as if waiting for an act of disobedience. "Who owns you?" The woman finally said with a sultry Eastern European accent. "You ... Mistress." "Show me your devotion." The young girl surrendered her innocent slate blue eyes to her Mistress's dark stare and slid her right hand between her wide spread legs. Planting two fingers as deeply as possible between her slippery pussy lips she waited for permission to begin stroking her rigid clitoris with her index finger. "You may begin to pleasure yourself, but remember you are MY toy." The girls blank stare turned to desperation as she moved her fingers faster and faster. Her breathing became labored as she approached orgasm. Never once did her eyes leave the cruel hypnotic stare of her Mistress as she continued to increase the pace of her self abuse. Just before she was about to succumb to an explosion of orgasmic pleasure her Mistress harshly slapped the crop against the inside of her right thigh. "STOP!" "Who do you belong to?" Pause ... "Y...you Mistress." "Remember, you must first ask for permission." "Yes Mistress...May your toy continue?" Pause ... "What are you to me?" Sigh... "Just ... your ... toy ...Mistress" Pause ... "Very good." Pause ... "You may continue, my little toy." With renewed energy the girl worked her fingers deep into her cunt, strumming her rigid clitoris with her other finger. Again and again her fingers worried every sensitive area of her throbbing pussy inching ever so close to crisis. "May ... I ... cum ...Mistress" "Who do you worship?" "YOU ... Mistress." Pause ... "Then cum... Now!" The shameful scene of an older woman forcing a young girl to abuse herself was both frightening and arousing to Terry. She had spent many a sleepless night wondering what it would be like to be that young girl forced to endure such degradation and then to be rewarded with a heavy explosion of sexual release. What would it be like to feel her hands dripping with the oils of passionate arousal, to surrender herself completely to the whims of another woman. A loud crack followed by a muffled moan startled Terry out of her her erotic daydream. Whatever was taking place beyond the bedroom door had finally made it impossible for her to ignore. Quietly she slid her body out from beneath the silken sheet and followed the sounds in the dark until she reached the partially open bedroom door. Terry found the light switch and flicked it on for just a few seconds to see if she could locate her clothes, nothing, not even a pair of slippers could be found. She quickly clicked the light off and slowly eased the door open and crept down the dark hallway, moving closer to the lurid noises coming from an open door. Terry knew she was taking a terrible risk sneaking around naked in an unfamiliar house, but she was helpless to control her runaway imagination and needed to see what was going on in that room. Terry reached the door and slowly pushed it open just enough to peak inside. The room was dark accept for a few flickering candles but the air was heavy with Ms. Mayo's musky perfume and as Terry's eyes adjusted to the dim light she could just make out the figure of someone slumped in a large chair in the middle of the room. She waited for a few seconds to see if anyone else was present and then crept silently forward into the dark to get a closer look. Almost immediately Terry cursed herself sensing something was wrong, in a panic she turned to leave just as the darkness of the room became bright white and the door was slammed shut in her face. A shocked Terry faced the imposing figure of Ms. Mayo standing with hands on her hips blocking the door. She was dressed all in white, stiletto heals, silk stockings garters, lace panties and a long white lace rob that gently flowed down her dark tanned body. Her large firm breasts pushed the rob apart exposing her dark areola and stiff nipples. Terry was temporarily paralyzed by the beguiling vision that stood before her. Her teacher was now more beautiful and intimidating then she could possibly have imagined and she knew at that moment she would do anything for this woman. Shame and embarrassment flushed over her face as she quickly regained control over her senses attempting to hide her nakedness with her hands. Her mind reeled as she desperately searched for excuses to explain herself. "Hello, Terry, We've ... been waiting for you," Ms. Mayo said as she walked right up to Terry and grabbed a handful of her hair. "Please Ms. Mayo ... I can ex..." "How dare you, get drunk in my house and pass out." She said cutting Terry off in mid sentence. "How DARE YOU sneak through my house naked like some little thief in the night." She yelled, dragging Terry by her hair to the large Victorian chair in the middle of the room. The shame and hurt on her young students face was priceless to Ms. Mayo as she dragged the poor girl towards the dark figure struggling in the chair. She loved the chase but the ultimate rush for her was the capture and what would happen later when the last remnants of her new toy's self respect was crushed and she learned to embrace her fate but hate what it made her do. After all, what good was a willing fuck-toy? - End Chapter 9 - Ronk. Comments are very much appreciated! |