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Bedding the Babysitter: A Cheerleader's Recruit

What a weekend. Jenny had become a perfect little submissive. Seeing her glow as she came to grips with who she really is was very rewarding. Anyhow, many people have asked dying to know what happened after this first glorious weekend. Well the best way to tell you about it is to let my young babysitter slave tell you about it herself. So if you want to know about Jenny's journey to popularity, her ********** at hands of the head cheerleader Karen, her seduction of a teacher and falling in love please read on.

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Hi,

My name is Jenny. Mistress Megan has demanded I retell my past week's occurrences. Of course, I will obey. If you have read the first two parts of my Mistress' Bedding the Babysitter series (which I highly recommend reading if you have not) you already know how I came to be a submissive slave. If not, let's just say before that eventful and life- altering weekend, I was a closet lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure if I was an actual lesbian.

But within just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, I had a new job, had my fantasy of being with Karen, the head cheerleader, come true, and had been to a lesbian club. There I had begun to really experiment with my sexuality and my obedience.

The following story is the first week of the rest of my life, in which I have another adventure with my mistress, I attempt to seduce a teacher, I become an obedient cheerleader's servant and, oddly enough, become a cheerleader myself...oh, and I fall in love.

SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND: A Reflection and Babysitting Again

It actually began on Sunday afternoon, the day after my brief ********** to Karen at her workplace. I was exhausted from my long night at the La Chateau Club, a special club that caters to lesbian women, and an evening pleasing the governor of our state. I won't get into the details, as mistress has instructed me to focus on my cheerleader **********. Let's just say that our governor is one very demanding and kinky lady.

I got a call around 2:30 from Karen Pepper and here, as best as I can recall is the conversation:

"Hello is Jenny there?" a girl's voiced asked.

"Speaking," I responded, unaware it was Karen.

"This is Karen," she informed me.

"Oh," I said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It was one thing to submit to her in front of Mistress Megan, as I was only obeying my mistress, and felt safe when she was with me, but it was completely another to actually speak for myself. Instantly, I became the shy closet lesbian I had always been, the wallflower no one knew or noticed, insecure and unsure of myself. Now don't get me wrong; I had friends, but they were all just shy geeks like I was. We lived in our pond, they lived in theirs. In reality, they were royalty, we were the peasants.

"Is that any way to react to someone who is going to make you popular?" Karen asked, slightly annoyed.

"Popular," I repeated in a haze.

"Yes," She said, "I put a lot of thought into this all last night as I reflected on how great it was to have you between my legs. I came up with a great plan."

"You did?" I asked, unable to put a full complete and intelligent sentence together.

"Yes, I have decided you will be a PomPom."

This shocked me. The PomPoms were always freshman or second year cheerleader wannabes who were pretty much servants for the actual cheerleaders. They carried their trays for them at lunch, did their homework for them, and so forth. No senior had ever been a PomPom. It would be humiliating. A long pause followed as I reflected on this revelation.

The silence was broken by Karen who said, "You don't want to be a PomPom?"

I collected myself before responding with a stutter, "I-I-I thought only f-f-freshmen were PomPoms?"

Karen responded, "Well, that is usually the case, and the odd second-year. But as Head Cheerleader, I really can do whatever I want and," she paused her tone changing ever so slightly, "I want you to be a PomPom."

"But what will others think?" I asked, worried for the first time in my life about my reputation."

"Well the other PomPoms will be furious and will do whatever they have to do to crush you. My fellow cheerleaders will be slightly confused, but they won't question me and the rest of the school will finally know who you are," she said logically, before adding, "Although I imagine the gossip about you will range from mean to inquiry to sarcastic to who knows what."

Again, I had nothing to say. I was unsure what Karen had in store for me. "I don't want the whole school to know I am a..." I started.

"Lesbian?" she asked and then continued, "Dyke?"

"Yes," I whispered, ashamed.

"Well that secret can remain a secret for the most part. I won't announce it to the school if that is what you mean. But I will expect you to be a good little girl when asked."

"What do you mean?" I asked, just beginning to understand the full reality of yesterday's **********.

"Well, I plan to use you over and over and over and over again, and my two co-captains will also be allowed to use your services, understood?"

My face went white with fear as I realized what her plans were; although my pussy also went wet with excitement at the same time. Now, while Karen was a redhead, with green eyes, large breasts and rather compact at 5'2, Ashley Swanson and Sabrina McCafferty were her perfect counterparts.

Sabrina, strangely quite chunky, for a cheerleader, I thought, with breasts way too big for any girl; she was about 5'4 and had an odd air of confidence in herself for a girl who was not particularly attractive. On the other hand, Ashley Swanson was almost 6 feet tall, a brunette, with long, long legs, brown eyes and very small breasts. She was pretty, but in a conservative way, if that makes any sense.

I attempted to respond, but nothing came out of my mouth. Karen, clearly getting tired of waiting, said, "Jenny, I know you want this, so don't pretend you don't. I have one question to ask you; if you say yes, then I expect you to do as you're told. If you say no, then I understand and will not bother you ever again, nor tell anyone about yesterday's fun excursion. Ready for the question?"

Anxiety filled me as I realized I did not want to displease her. I responded nervously, "Yes, I am."

"Good girl," she said like a ****** would say to her little ******** when she did as she was told. She paused, leaving me hanging over what seemed like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"

My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just by the question. My answer was obvious; of course I wanted to please her again. She was my fantasy girl. Yet, at what cost? If I said yes, everything in my life changed; the whole school would know who I was and keeping my secret a secret would be a lot harder. That said, if I said no, I would never be allowed to please Karen again and I would remain the unpopular nobody I currently was. As my hand began to rub my clit, I answered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Karen asked leadingly.

Knowing that what she wanted was my ultimate **********, I said, "Yes, I want to eat your pussy again."

"You will obey?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen, I will obey," I responded like a good little slave. I then pleaded "But please don't humiliate me in public."

"Mistress Karen, I like that. If you are a good lesbian pussy slave, I will make sure you are protected, my precious," Karen reassured.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said sincerely.

"I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have your PomPom outfit ready for you," she instructed.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I obediently answered.

"You are getting my pussy wet," Karen said surprisingly. She then continued, "Be sure to wear those sexy stockings you were wearing on Saturday."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, but asked, "Won't they be visible with the PomPom outfit?"

"Yes they will," Karen said causally.

"Oh," I said slightly worried.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Karen asked.

"No, Mistress Karen," I responded, "It's just, I don't want all the school to think I am a tramp."

Karen let out a soft laugh, getting more excited as she talked, "I will have the other PomPom girls and cheerleaders wearing the same thing. That way you won't stand out. Plus, I found them to be a turn on. The entire cheerleader's squad will be wearing them as well; we are going to start a new fashion revolution. Out with the old knee high socks and in with the thigh highs. You should feel special my pet, you are going to start a fashion craze."

"I am?" I asked, confused.

"Yes," she answered, "When others see the cheerleaders and me, the queen of the school, wearing thigh highs, others will copy us. You watch."

"OK," I said, believing her, "I will be ready and dressed as you requested, Mistress Karen."

"Fuck, I love being called that," Karen said, giving a soft moan.

I asked, "Mistress Karen, are you masturbating because of me?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Tell me a story my little lez, get me off."

I considered briefly before saying, "So you are at school, Mistress Karen, and your pussy is all fired up. You text me while I am in class, demanding I go to the bathroom. I ask to be excused from my class and quickly head towards the bathroom. I knock on the door and you say 'get in here, slut'. I walk in and close the door, being sure to lock it. You then demand, 'Eat my pussy, my lez whore' and I get on my knees and dive into your pussy. You call me all sorts of dirty names as I get you off like a good slave should."

"Aaaaaaaaaah," Karen screamed into the phone as she had an orgasm from my dirty talk. Inside I felt a great joy and a spreading of warmth in my pussy as I knew I had pleased my mistress.

"Did I make you cum, Mistress Karen?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," she breathed into the phone, still breathing heavily.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen, for allowing me to help you cum. It is an honour to be responsible for your pleasure," I said honestly, my hand now rubbing my own clit softly. "Mistress Karen," I said in a questioning tone.

"Yes, my slave," she asked, almost recovered from her orgasm.

"Do I have your permission to cum?" I requested.

"Yes my little tramp, cum for your mistress, do it now," she demanded.

I quickly rubbed my clit, faster and faster as I fantasized about all the things she would make me do. It took less than a minute and I moaned, "I'm cumming," and let out an orgasmic moan.

Karen asked, "Did you cum my dyke?"

"Yes Mistress Karen, thank you for letting your lezzie cunt have an orgasm," I responded blissfully.

"That wasn't much of a scream, a good lesbian would scream so the whole world knew she was having an orgasm."

"Sorry, Mistress Karen, but my ****** is downstairs and I would hate for them to hear me in such a compromising position. She thinks I am her innocent, sweet, pure ******** and not a lesbian cunt slave," I explained.

"Fair enough," Karen said, "But when you cum for me when we are together, I expect the walls to shake."

"Of course, Mistress Karen," I agreed, "I will do whatever you ask of me."

"You are such a good little lez. What about Megan?" she asked.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Is she your mistress as well?" she asked,

"Yes Mistress Karen, Mistress Megan is my Head Mistress and I believe if I understand her completely, your mistress as well," I explained.

"Oh," she said thoughtfully, "Do you think Megan would take me as a slave?"

"Oh yes," I said, thinking I was right.

"Well, when do you plan to see Mistress Megan?"

"She texted me this morning, asking me to come over at five to babysit. I don't know if she means babysit or something else," I said, unsure of Mistress Megan's purpose and Mistress Karen's questioning.

"I see," Karen said, "Please tell Mistress Megan that I would love to see her again."

"Yes Mistress Karen," I said, "I am sure she will be glad to hear it."

"What is your cell number?" she asked. I gave her mine and she gave me her digits back. I put them in my cell phone instantly under my favourite five.

"I will see you at eight tomorrow morning my slut," Karen confirmed once again.

"Yes Mistress Karen, I will be ready," I responded.

"Goodbye Jenny," she said using my name for the first time in a long while.

"Goodbye Mistress Karen," I responded, and she hung up the phone. I did the same and reflected about our conversation. Karen was submissive to Megan and dominant to me which I thought was strange. I went to my desk and actually did some Calculus homework for a while and then began to write my Pride and Prejudice essay that was due in a couple of weeks.

At ten to five I put on white thigh high stockings, a red sweatshirt, and a long skirt, as ****** was home and would think it odd for me to leave in my school outfit. I arrived at Megan's and saw her dressed casually in jeans, a blouse, open toe heels that showed she had tan stockings on underneath. She gave me a hug and said, "You didn't know if this was actual babysitting did you?"

"No," I said slightly disappointed.

"Sorry to disappoint. I am going out for supper with a couple of friends of mine and then to a movie. I should be home around 9:30 or so."

"OK," I said, trying to be my usual bubbly self, although inside I was greatly devastated. Trying to get her interest back I said, "Karen called me, she was hoping to be able to see you again."

"Oh," Megan said, "Well that could be arranged. Do you have her number?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said as I grabbed my cell phone. I handed her my cell phone and she hit dial.

"Hi Karen," Megan said, "It is Megan." There is a pause before she continued, "So Jenny here says you are interested in seeing me again." After a brief pause she said, "Good, well I am free on Tuesday evening; understand if you come over, you are mine for the night." After a brief pause Megan gave me a wink, as she said, "And I expect you to treat my little Jenny well. Learn to be a good mistress to her. In return she will be a perfect slave." Megan laughed from something Karen said as she then added, "Yes, she is very obedient. I will see you on Tuesday at seven PM, do not be late."

Megan handed me back the phone and said, "Are you free on Tuesday?"

"Oh yes Mistress Megan," I said a little too eagerly.

"Great, I am going to train Karen how to be a good mistress to you," Megan said as an explanation.

"Thank you," Mistress Megan I responded gratefully.

Megan came up to me and kissed me on the lips gently. She then broke the kiss and said, "I will always look after you, my sweet." She began to leave and then said, "Max is in the basement watching Toy Story 3, for the 100th time in a row. Be sure to put him to bed at eight o'clock. After he is asleep, there is a reward in the envelope on the kitchen table."

I looked over to a vanilla coloured envelope on the table. She smiled and said sternly, "Do not open it until Max is asleep."

Max ran up the steps at that moment and so I changed my response to "Yes, Miss Cameron."

Max gave his ****** a big hug and then ran to me and said, "Jen play hide and seek with me."

I bent down and said, "Of course, Max."

Max said, "I get to hide first."

I smiled and started counting, "1-2..." Max immediately ran away to hide.

Megan smiled and said, "Jenny, you really are the perfect all around babysitter."

"I aim to please," I said, awkwardly seductive.

"That you do my precious," Megan said as she headed out her front door.

I spent the next couple of hours playing with Max, who is a funny, funny boy. We watched Toy Story again, played games, had a snack, cleaned up his snack mess and I read him three books. He eventually fell asleep, way later than he was supposed to, while I eagerly anticipated what was in the envelope. As soon as I knew he was asleep, I went to the envelope and opened it quickly.

It was a letter. It said, "Dear Jenny. Go to my computer and log in. When you do, go to my files, go to the bin called 'my stories' and click on Bedding the Babysitter. Read it."

I followed Mistress Megan's instructions and, after a few minutes, I was face to face with my story. I went ruby red, I imagine, as I realized she had documented my **********. I read the story, learning exactly how I was seduced. I was in awe. I then relived my first time and began to rub myself. I took my time, just teasing myself. As I read about Saturday, a flood of memories washed over me. Each detail made me smile, made me cringe, made me want to relive it again and again. I finished the story and was surprised to learn that Mistress Megan had lined up to please Rosie.

I was still rubbing myself when Megan walked into her room. I was so immersed in her story that I did not hear her come home. She said, "I see you are enjoying your story."

"Very much so," I said.

"Guess what?" she asked as she pulled me up from the chair.

I looked into her eyes and asked, "What Mistress?"

"That story you read," she began teasingly.

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I queried.

She kissed me and then began, "I plan..."

Another kiss as she teased, "To." Her mouth moved to my right ear as she whispered, "submit this story," she continued as she moved to my other ear and finished the sentence, her hot breath on my ear, "to Literotica."

Her lips went to my neck as I said, "Oh my."

"Think very soon" she whispered, her hand sliding to my pussy, "the whole world will know your story." I moaned as she rubbed my clit. "Pervs, dykes, young eighteen year old girls like you."

"Whatever you wish, Mistress Megan," I breathed heavily.

"Good," she said, "As I plan to send it to my online friend Jasmine who will take the story and make it all erotic and so forth. Have you read any of her stories on literotica? She goes under the name silkstockinglover."

I recognized the name as I continued to moan, "The name sounds familiar."

Megan then abruptly quit touching my pussy and moved to the bed. "You can read all her stories tonight when you get home. She is one crazy bitch."

I stood there unsure what to do. I finally asked, "Can I please cum, Mistress Megan?"

"No," was all she said.

I waited for her to say more but she just stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face. It then turned into a slight smirk. This frustrated me greatly until I finally asked, "Why, Mistress Megan?"

"All good things come to those who wait," she said philosophically. Seeing my confused, frustrated and annoyed expression she added, "You are not allowed to cum until Tuesday. If Karen tries to ***** you, you tell her you are forbidden." She paused and then said, "Actually, give me your phone again."

I handed it to her.

She hit the speed-dial and after a few seconds she said, "Hi Karen, it is Mistress Megan." After a couple of seconds she continued, "Neither you nor Jenny are allowed to have an orgasm until I see you two together Tuesday evening, is that understood?" A second later she said, "Goodbye slut," and handed me back the phone. She then finished, "Don't worry my sweet, I won't touch myself until then too." She walked over kissed me sweetly one last time and said, "You better get going home. You have school tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, and feeling and depressed, left and returned home.

I did not look up the stories Mistress mentioned for fear of them getting me horny. Instead I did my homework, struggling to start that stupid English essay. I didn't get too far before deciding to just go to bed. It took forever as I often masturbate myself to ***** and I kept wondering what Karen had in store for me tomorrow. I considered so many options, I fantasized about so many more. Yet what happened the next few days was so much sexier, so much dirtier and so much crazier than I could even begin to imagine

MONDAY FEBRUARY 3RD: Being Noticed

The day started early as I spent way more time than I usually do getting ready. I wanted to look presentable for Karen. I had on beige thigh highs and with my skirt anyone could see what I was wearing. I was surprised, the first of many the next week, when Karen appeared in my doorway a few minutes before eight. She was wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, the only girls who were allowed to not wear the school uniform, and dark beige thigh highs, the lace tops in clear view, were the cheerleaders. The red and white school colours were brought more to life with the dark beige stockings. She said, without any sort of greeting, "Take off the skirt, I have your new outfit." She handed me a bag.

I opened the bag and saw the cheerleader's red skirt and the usual tight white t-shirt, with red arms, that had the word 'Trainee' on the back. I went to go to the bathroom to change when Karen demanded, "No put it on here."

"OK," I said and quickly switched skirts. I then took off my blouse and put on the new t-shirt, which was very tight and showcased every curve of my breasts and hips. I looked in the mirror and my mouth dropped open. "I can't wear this to school," I explained.

Karen said dismissively, "You look good, hot actually." She then said, "But let's make this even hotter and put your hair in pigtails."

"Pigtails?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, and in a flash my hair was in pigtails. As she finished my make-over she breathed into my ear, "You are going to be one hot little lez trainee, aren't you?"

A light moan escaped my lips as I responded quietly, "Yes Mistress Karen."

Karen then grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs, where my mom saw my new appearance. She gave a long puzzled look before she asked, "What are you wearing?"

Mistress Karen turned on the charm and explained, "Hi Mrs. Wyatt, I am Karen; Jenny has decided to try out for the cheerleading squad.

"She has?" my ****** questioned with a completely mystified look on her face. "My ******** wants to be a cheerleader?"

"Yes Mom," I said, "Is that ok?"

My Mom quickly recovered from this extreme change in her ******** as she said, "Oh no. no honey, it is fine. It is just a bit of a surprise."

Karen slyly added, "Oh Jenny is full of surprises, aren't you, Jenny?"

My face went red as I feared that Karen would reveal my new submissive lifestyle to my prudish ******. Luckily, Karen said, "Nice meeting you, Mrs. Wyatt, but if we don't leave now we will be late for school."

Karen grabbed my hand and led me out the door as my Mom called out, "Have a great day honey."

As we reached the car, Karen said, "Your Mom is pretty hot."

I blushed, never really thinking of her in any way other than my ******. "You think?"

"Yes,' Karen said, "and you look just like her."

A chill went up my spine as I realized she was giving me a compliment on the sly. I got in the Karen's car and sat silently as she put the car in drive. I waited patiently for Karen to speak, but she kept silent as she drove. Oddly, I felt a tingle between my legs and the beginning of dampness forming. I silently cursed to myself.

Karen finally broke the silence as she asked, "So my slave, are you ready for your climb to popularity?"

I looked at her, stared actually at her pure beauty, and said, with an immense amount of trepidation, "Yes, Mistress Karen."

"You don't sound too convincing, my little pussy pleaser," Karen said with concern.

"I really don't know what to expect," I began, "Last week my life made sense. I went to school, sat with my couple of my friends, and lived a simple wall flower life."

"Did you like that life?" Karen asked.

"I don't know. It was the life I knew. It was who I was. I accepted long ago I would never be popular and would just live my high school life as a ghost. Seeing everything, but not being allowed to partake," I said allowing my deepest insecurities to spill out like water when a dam bursts.

Karen gave a sympathetic smile as she said, "You know, being popular isn't all people think it is. It turns you into someone you are not. For example, everyone looks up to me to lead and somehow my persona has turned into one that is often bitchy and arrogant. But..."

I looked at her, she had a tear in her eye, "It's ok," I said, my hand going on her leg as we stopped at a red light.

She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, "People only see what they want to see."

I laughed and said, "Isn't that the truth."

As the light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk, "Don't think that means I won't use you as my little submissive."

"I wouldn't even consider it, Mistress Karen," I replied.

Karen smiled, "I just want you between my legs right now," she said frustrated, knowing we were not allowed to cum.

"I would love nothing more," I flirted back, with just a slight tone of frustration. I didn't even know I knew how to flirt.

Karen smiled as we pulled up to the school and into the grade 12 parking lot, "Well," she began, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said unsure but willing to begin my new life and obey my new mistress.

"OK," Karen said, "Let's go, my little dyke." She then opened the door and strode out, and I, after letting out one last sigh of resignation, did the same.

Karen came around to my side of the car and handed me her books and I carried them, walking three feet behind her as all PomPoms did. I felt *********** burning inside me as I got a plethora of odd looks from the other grade 12s in the parking lot. I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact, as I heard the odd rumbling.

Mike, a basketball player, asked Karen, "Who is the new recruit?"

Karen smiled, "Don't you recognize her? This is Jenny Wyatt. She is in our English class."

As Mike looked me up and down like a piece of meat, I tried to show confidence in my new look and gave him a smile. "A grade 12 recruit, nice," he said.

Karen said with an innuendo only I understood, "Yes, she is a real eager beaver." I am sure my cheeks went a fire red. Finally Karen said, "Let's go, PomPom." As we began walking she looked back and must have seen my embarrassment as she, walked over to me and whispered, "Jenny, you are a PomPom girl now. Everybody wants to be a cheerleader. You are now the envy of most girls here and will become the focus of many boys' late night all alone stroke sessions."

I looked at her confused, "Stroke sessions?"

"You really are innocent, aren't you," she said with a chuckle, "Stroke sessions, whacking off, beating the stick, cranking the love pump, fist fucking."

Finally the light bulb goes clicks and I say shocked, "Boys will masturbate about me?"

"Girls too, I imagine," she informed me and began walking again.

I followed behind her. It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school, although not someone I did much with out of school. She had a perplexed look on her face as she saw me. I gave her a 'I know this is weird' look and then said, "Hi Sally," without stopping.

We entered the school and I followed Karen to her locker. I held her books as she gave Sabrina, who was wearing thigh highs as Karen said she would, a hug. Sabrina gave me a look, not overly impressed, and then asked, "So this is your new recruit?"

Karen smiled but said with a 'don't mess with me' tone, "Yes, this is Jenny; she will be our newest PomPom."

Sabrina shrugged, showing indifference, as she said, "So why the thigh highs?"

Karen said, "It was time for a change. Plus they are sexier than knee high socks, don't you think?." Karen then did a diva pose which made my cunt drip a little, and a few boys stopped to stare. She then asked Sabrina, "What do you think?"

"Well they are hotter and sluttier," Sabrina agreed. "Don't you think Principal Dictator will make us change?"

"No, he loves checking us out," Karen said matter-of-factly.

"Ho."

"Slut."

Their riveting banter had me bored but I pretended to care. The bell then rang and I walked Karen to her Biology class before I rushed to my Chemistry class. I got a lot of odd looks but I just sat in my regular seat as if nothing was different.

The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal. Teachers gave me peculiar looks, girls gave me jealous glares and boys gave me horny stares. The attention was so strange after a lifetime of being a nobody that lived on the fringes of the school hierarchy.

I liked it---it was exhilarating.

I hated it---it was awkward.

I loved it---it was addictive.

All these feelings overwhelmed me. It was great to be noticed, yet I quickly resented being seen as an object. In History class I noticed Wilson, a kid who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs. I don't know why I did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed and looked away. I felt a perverse joy from embarrassing him and from being stared at.

Lunchtime finally arrived and I quickly and eagerly, like a puppy looking for his master, went to find Karen. She was at her locker with Ashley, who towered over me. Unlike Sabrina who looked down at me, Ashley was very nice to me. She said, "Hi Jenny, you are in my History class right?"

I smiled, happy that she knew who I was, and responded, "Yes."

"What is your essay topic on?" she asked.

"The rights of women in third-world countries," I replied.

"Are you a feminist?" she asked.

Karen laughed and said, 'Trust me; she is not a feminist, although she does have an appetite for women." I went red I'm sure as Ashley gave a confused look. Karen handed me her lunch and we went to the cafeteria. I looked over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend Eleanor. They gave an awkward wave back as they attempted to figure out why I was now a PomPom girl.

During lunch I was asked to get dessert for all three of the captains and was lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so I got her cherry instead. She said, "PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; is this strawberry?"

"No," I responded explaining, "They were out of strawberry so I got you cherry."

She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed and said, "Really? Why her?"

Karen didn't defend me, just responded, "Oh, she has very special talents. Trust me." I blushed; worried that she may announce my special talents to the group. But she didn't.

The table of cheerleaders talked about the upcoming Valentine's Dance; what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed ten girls were all talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, listened intently. As the bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers.

I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table, in-between Sally and Eleanor. I had been dreading this all lunch hour, what was I going to say to the two of them. I couldn't tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I had never once in my life even given the slightest notion I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade 12 just suddenly, part way through the school year, decided to become a cheerleader. So I had to come up with a lie. I sat down and said, "Hi girls."

They both said hi back and both seemed too nervous to ask the question they were assumedly dying to ask. So I began as I asked, "I guess you are probably wondering how I ended up being a PomPom?"

Sally, the sarcastic one, responded, "I assumed you lost a bet."

I gave a chuckle and said, "Funny. No, I went shopping at a store where Karen Pepper works and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she is setting me up to embarrass me? I decided to not do it, but she showed up at my house this morning and ta-da here I am."

They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalatical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, "So you want to be a cheerleader?"

Thinking of Karen's advice I responded, "Yes, I do."

"Oh," Eleanor said, almost speechless.

Sally added, "Well it does make you look s...," she paused for a long time before rewording and finishing "prettier."

I think she wanted to say sexier, which instantly made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class. The class ended and I surprised myself and Sally by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, "Later ladies." I then rushed again to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, Advanced English.

On the walk there Karen asked, "So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?"

"Great," I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great in that as I enjoyed the looks, mostly, but it wasn't all great as I balanced my new found popularity with the fact that I was only popular because I was dressed differently and not because of who I was as a person.

"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first rumour about you has already hit gossip alley."

"W-w-what?" I stuttered, fearing what she would say next.

"Supposedly, you slept with a couple basketball players in return for the privilege to be a PomPom."

"No," I said, tears already forming in my eyes.

Karen rubbed my back gently as she explained, "Oh Jenny, get used to it. How many rumours have you heard about me?"

I thought about it and realized I had heard many from she blew off quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to she had slept with the hot gym teacher Mr. Parker, to she was in rehab this past summer for **** and ******* *****. "Lots," I answered honestly.

"And trust me; almost none of them are true; we are the celebrities at the high school. And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses information regardless of its truth. People want to live vicariously through us."

I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I am a slut."

"True, but at least people will know who you are," she said.

At this moment, Troy Sparks, a 6 foot 3 black basketball player, walked over to us and said, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."

I blushed; stunned that Troy Sparks had any clue who I was. I didn't hear the next part of the conversation, but they both looked at me waiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" I asked like a confused idiot.

Troy asked again, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"

"Oh, no, I don't go to dances," I began, until I saw Karen shaking her head yes, so I quickly recovered and said with a sly smile on my face "but there is always a first time for everything."

Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you will be my date?"

A slight gasp escaped my lips as I realized he was asking me to be his date at a dance. I wanted to say no but looked at Karen who was shaking her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I said, "Sounds great."

The warning bell signalling class would begin in a minute rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in contact," and headed to whatever class he had.

I stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and said, "Geez you really are turning into a whore."

This brought me back to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang. Now all the other teachers noticed my new look, as they all gave a questioning glance or two, but none said anything. But that changed as soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's advanced English class. Miss Morgan gave me her usual bright smile but this time said, "Wow, Jenny you are a PomPom girl?"

"Yes ma'am," I responded politely.

"That is a real surprise," she said, then added, "Although you look adorable in your new outfit." I blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge as I got such a compliment from a teacher I had spent many late nights fantasizing about. Miss Morgan is a first year teacher and easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She has ******** ocean blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she does not hide with the tight sweaters she usually wears, and long luscious legs that are always showed off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake.

I got out with a mutter, "Thank you," and sat down in my front row seat. I didn't know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take a glimpse of my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right as the looks came often enough that it could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was a voice of a minority, I tuned out and wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. I had to close my legs tight as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to listen to her lecture.

Just before the bell was to ring she gave us a brief assignment; Miss Morgan explained, "We are all a minority in some way. Some of you come from a minority racial background, some of you have unique family situations, and some of you may be insecure about something." She paused before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage, but deep in message, about being a minority. Get personal, get passionate, dig deep to find how you are a minority in this class, this school, this city, this country or this world."

Someone asked how long and she said, "This is poetry, the length is irrelevant, write until the message shines through. You are dismissed." She sat on top of her desk and watched as we got ready to leave. She then said, "Jenny, can you please stay for a minute?"

"Sure, Miss Morgan," I responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she may discover.

As the class dispersed, she said, "I would like you to write about this whole PomPom situation."

"Excuse me?" I asked confused.

"Well, you are a minority of one. I don't think any grade 12 has ever been a PomPom before, have they?"

"I don't think so," I responded.

"Well then, it is done," she said and stood up and went to her desk.

"Thanks Miss Morgan," I said politely and began to leave. As I was at the door I looked back, and she was still watching me. So unlike me, I gave her a wink and a smile; she instantly put her head down, but I was now pretty convinced Miss Morgan was a lesbian or at least girl curious.

After I left, I was instantly confronted by Karen who said, "Miss Morgan was so into you."

I blushed and said, "She did seem to be checking me out."

"Checking you out? She wanted to have you for supper," Karen announced.

"Well that may be extreme," I said.

"We may just have to have you seduce her," Karen concluded as we headed for the gym. Others quickly joined us, so the conversation would have to wait. The next two hours were insane. I had never put a second of thought into what cheerleaders do. I had never considered them athletes or skilled, but after watching one practice, my whole respect for them changed.

My whole body ached fifteen minutes in and that was just from the stretching. Miss Hopkins, the cheerleading coach, was a slave driver and a complete bitch. She was a perfectly fit, black woman, in her early thirties I would guess, who was pretty much Sue from Glee if you have ever watched it. She yelled, she criticized, and she humiliated all of us. Sweat poured off my whole body by the time the workout was done. The last hour was cheer after cheer and dance move after dance move. I learned I had no memory for the cheers, but I actually caught on to the dances pretty quickly. When practice ended, I was pleasantly surprised to get what I assume passes as a compliment in Miss Hopkins world as she said, "Jenny, you don't suck as much as I assumed you would."

"Um thanks," I responded, but she had already begun walking away. I showered and changed and was then asked by Sabrina to give her a neck massage, which she criticized the whole time. I was not massaging hard enough and then I was massaging too hard. I could never get it just right for her. She finally got up and said to me in a condescending tone, "You will never be a real cheerleader." She then walked away.

On the drive home Karen said, "Sabrina will come around. She is not one to accept change or any threat to her perceived power. And she sees you as a threat."

"Why?" I asked, stunned.

"Don't you see? You are a diamond in the rough."

"What?"

"You are smart, cute, sexy, sweet, and I have taken a liking to you," she said, her right hand dropping to my leg. "In other words, she feels like you may replace her." She then paused as she moved her hand up my leg and under my skirt. "And she should be worried, because she is right; I hate that bitch."

I gave a soft moan as her finger touched my pussy over my underwear as she drove. As she reached my house she said, "So I think we are going to test a theory tomorrow."

"What theory?" I asked.

"That Miss Morgan is a dyke," she blurted out, her finger tracing my pussy lips through my underwear.

"How so?" I moaned.

"Wear a pair of heels and throughout class tomorrow, dangle your shoe. Let it fall to the floor. I will watch to see her reactions," she said as she formulated the plan, her finger still teasing my now extremely damp pussy.

I finally said, "Please stop or I will cum."

"So?" she teased.

"Mistress Megan said we can't."

"She would never know," she whispered her finger putting pressure on my clit.

"But I could never lie to her," I whimpered.

"Suit yourself," Karen said and withdrew her hand from under my skirt. I was disappointed and relieved as I got ready to leave. "What are you going to write your poem about?"

"Miss Morgan asked me to write it about how I became a PomPom girl," I said.

"Fuck off," Karen said shocked.

"Seriously, but I have no idea what to write."

"This is perfect," Karen said enthusiastically.

"How so?" I asked.

"You will write a poem in which you come out to her," Karen said confidently.

"What?" I said horrified.

" If she is a dyke, this will be a perfect play."

"For what?" I asked freaking out inside.

"For you to fuck her," Karen said casually.

"You want me to fuck Miss Morgan?" I asked.

"Don't you?" she asked back.

I paused for a long time, knowing deep down I would love to pleasure Miss Morgan, before I answered shyly, "Yes."

Karen responded, "Jenny, you need to stop being so insecure and shy. You are a PomPom girl now. You are in. Be aggressive, be confident."

"OK," I said rather unconvincingly.

Karen's tone dripped with frustration as she said, "Now tell me what you want to do to Miss Morgan?"

I responded after a few seconds, "I want to eat her pussy."

"Well, that is a bit better, but be more aggressive," she said.

I contemplated this for a bit before finally releasing my real feelings as I said, "I want to eat her pussy until she cums all over my slut face and then I want her to fuck my pussy till I cum like the little dyke I am. I want to be under her desk licking her cunt as she has a parent interview with my Mom. I want her to share me with the entire girl teaching staff in the school. I want to be her lez whore."

Karen's mouth dropped a little as she said, "Well, there we go; I knew you had it in you."

I looked at my watch and said I should get inside.

"OK," Karen said.

I said, "Goodbye, Mistress Karen."

Karen leaned in and kissed me. The kiss sent electric shocks throughout my whole body as it was so unexpected and tender. She parted my lips with her tongue and we French kissed for a couple of minutes. She then broke the kiss and said, "I will pick you up tomorrow at the same time."

"Ok," I said.

The night was uneventful, as I tried not to think of tomorrow; that said, writing my poem was difficult and frightening, yet when it was done, I felt relieved; it seemed to wash away any insecurities or doubts I had. I was a lesbian and that was not going to change...although I was still not ready to reveal such news to my ******. In case you are curious, here is the poem...

ACCEPTANCE: FINDING MY WAY

Have you ever

Wondered

Who

You

Are

?

I

Have

Every

Single

Day

Felt

Shame

For

My

Sexuality

Hid

It

Deep

Down

Inside

I

Was

A

Wallflower

Always

On

The

Outside

Looking

In

But...

That

All

Changed

When

She

Found

Me

That

Day

When

She

Kissed

Me

Gently

When

I

Fell

To

My

Knees

Desperate

To

Please

Her

Between

Her

Stocking

Covered

Legs

I

Accepted

Who

I

Was

As

I

Extended

My

Tongue

I

Had

A

Loving

Mistress

And

I

Would

Become

The

Perfect

Submissive

Obedient

Lesbian

Slave...

TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4th: A Power Shift

I woke up excited, knowing that tonight was a special night with Mistress Megan and that I probably would be able to cum...if I didn't soon I might just explode. I wore my PomPom Outfit, red thigh thighs which I thought were really hot, since we have red as a school colour, and hip as I will definitely stand out. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I also wore heels. The only pair I owned were a lame pair with a tiny one inch heel. I was waiting by the door and as soon as Karen pulled up I rushed out of the house, before Mom could see today's outfit.

The look on Karen's face was indescribable as she saw the red stockings. She said flattering me, "Wow that is fucking hot. I have got to get some of those." Her hand moved to my leg to touch the silk fabric.

"Thanks," I responded, very happy to please her, "I thought you would like them."

"Your shoes, on the other hand," she said with disapproval, "Have got to go."

"It is all I have," I said with a sigh.

"What size are you?" Karen asked, "A six?"

"Yes," I said back.

"We have the same size," she said, as she started driving and did a u-turn. "We are going back to my place."

She started driving and asked how the poem went. I read it to her and she gasped as it got dirtier as I read it. "Wow," she said amazed, "That is hot. You really are turning into a sex machine, aren't you?"

I shrugged and said, "It seems so."

We arrived at Karen's mansion, I assumed she was rich and now that assumption became a fact. She said, "Wait here," and went inside. She came out a couple of minutes later with a pair of three inch pumps. She handed them to me and said, "Put these on."

I took them and put them on as Karen drove us to school. As I got out of the car I realized I had never had three inch heels on before. I almost stumbled twice early, but then got the hang of it. As we entered the school I got even more looks than yesterday. The red stockings I wore stood out so much that everyone who saw them seemed to do a double take. When we arrived at Karen's locker Sabrina shook her head in disgust and said, "Jenny, could you look like a bigger slut?"

Karen quickly defended me when she said, "Tomorrow we will all be wearing red stockings, it is a brilliant idea. Secondly, calling Jenny a slut is a bit ironic, don't you think?" Karen glared at Sabrina, who was seething, but said nothing in response to being called a slut by the head cheerleader.

Ashley came up behind me and said, "Wow, Jenny, red stockings are a great idea. Why didn't any of us think about this?"

I turned around and said, "Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment thing. I had a pair and thought, what the heck."

"Well good call," Ashley said as the bell rang. The rest of the morning went by as a blur. A quiz in History, a lot of strange looks, a few boys drooling; a couple of girls even seemed to be giving me special attention. While yesterday I was conflicted by this new popularity, it was now becoming addictive. I was beginning to like the looks, even though I knew they really were nothing about the real me. Sally and Eleanor were even more baffled by my appearance today; based on the expressions on their faces. They did not know how to react to my new look.

I met Karen at her locker to head into Miss Morgan's Advanced English class. As we walked to class, Karen instructed me, "Remember, be confident. In your mind every boy here wants to fuck you and every girl wants to eat you." As we entered class, she added, "Including teachers."

Miss Morgan's expression seemed to change the second she saw me. I walked up to her, confident on the outside, an insecure mess on the inside, as I handed her my poem and said seductively, or at least I was trying for seductive, "Here is my poem. I think you will really enjoy it." I then turned around and sat at my desk.

Miss Morgan began to read my poem, and her face went redder and redder as she read each well chosen word. When she finished, she looked at me and saw I was staring at her and quickly looked away and put the assignment on her desk. As class began I could tell she was trying not to look at me, but I was in the front row and dead center, I was hard to miss. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I dangled my shoe and when she avoided my legs for too long, I dropped my shoe to the floor. As expected she looked down. She taught for a couple of minutes before she gave us time to work on the questions to the short story we had just read. Miss Morgan went to her desk and began marking. I looked up on a few occasions to see if she was looking my way, but did not catch her glancing at me at all. Suddenly, I realized how foolish I had been. She was not interested in me; she was just surprised and maybe concerned by my new appearance. The bell rang and I went to cheerleading practice with Karen.

Another exhausting practice, but everything seemed easier. I had the chants and cheers memorized by the end of the second day and the dance numbers were getting easier. Stamina-wise I was still weak, but I seemed to have a bit more energy than I had the day before.

On the drive home, Karen and I stopped at the mall and bought twenty-five pairs of red thigh high stockings. She also bought twenty-five black thigh high stockings which matched the trim on our cheerleading outfits and twenty white pairs, as that was all they had, which was our other school colour. Just under 400 bucks and one incredibly curious saleslady later, we were driving back home. Karen said, "So Miss Morgan is definitely a dyke?"

I shook my head as I said, "No, I don't think so. She did not look up at me the whole time she was at her desk."

"True, by then she knew I was watching her," Karen stated.

"How do you figure?" I asked curiously.

"She saw me smirking at her the couple of times she clearly had checked you out earlier in the class."

"Really?" I said, unbelieving.

"Really," she replied, "It is only a matter of time."

We arrived at my place and as soon as she stopped, she shut the car off and took her keys out. I looked at her with a slightly confused look on her face. She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button. Her free hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, "Hi, Mom. I am going to stay for supper at Jenny's house." A brief pause ensued before she said, "Yes, the new PomPom girl. I am going to stay here tonight and work on the dance routines tonight." After another brief quiet period, Karen finished, "Yes I'll be home around ten, I have a lot to practice. Bye Mom, love you." She flipped her phone closed and said, "Well no point driving home if we are going to see Mistress Megan tonight."

"I suppose," I responded nervously.

"What's the matter?" Karen queried. "Afraid I am going to dominate you right in front of your ******?"

I blushed. "I wasn't until you said that," I said with a concerned look on my face.

She smiled with a soft laugh, "I'm kidding. We really will work on your dance routines, until seven at least." She then opened her door and got out. She went into her trunk, grabbed one package of stockings and then followed me into my house.

Mom was not home and so we went upstairs to my room. The first thing Karen did was ask, "Take my stockings off my slave."

I was slightly surprised by this; two days of friendship and no real sexual demands had relaxed me a bit. I moved to Karen, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, and deciding to be a tease, I took off her heels, and then slid my hands all the way up her left leg, slowly, ever so slowly, as Karen gave a soft moan. I reached the top of her beige thigh high stocking and began to slide it down her leg. I then gently, with such care, slowly slid the stocking off. What could take one second, took me thirty. When I looked up, Karen had her eyes closed and a pleasant smile. I moved to her right leg and massaged her stocking foot. She moaned again and I surprised her by taking her silk stocking-covered foot in my mouth. I sucked each toe into my mouth, savouring the salty sweat of her feet. I then slid my tongue up the side of her calf and up the back of her leg. My tongue never quit touching her leg as it slid up until I reached the elastic top of the thigh high.

Karen spoke for the first time in a few minutes as she said, "Fuck Jenny, you have me soaking wet."

"Sorry," I said coyly.

Karen looked at the clock, it was 5:15. "Fuck, a couple more hours at least until I can cum," Karen said, sexually frustrated.

I slid off the second stocking with as much care as I did the first. I then grabbed the stocking package and opened it. I took one red thigh high stocking and slowly put it on my beautiful mistress. As the top of the stocking wrapped around her leg, I then moved my head to her white panty covered pussy. I stopped just millimetres from her pussy, her sexual aroma breaking through the sheer underwear. I moved my mouth onto her panties for just a second and then moved away reaching for the second stocking.

"You are such a tease, slut," Karen said, her breathe a bit heavy.

I smiled, but remained silent as I slid the second red thigh high on her leg. I finished and was just moving in for a second tease when I heard the front door close. Startled, I jumped up with lightning speed. Karen sat there smiling, before standing up. "Think I could seduce your ******?" she asked casually.

"What?" I asked incredibly surprised.

"You heard me," she said and then repeated, "Think I can get your ****** between my legs?"

"No way," I said confidently.

"Want to bet?"

"No," I said, worried she may try to seduce her.

Mom knocked on my door; she always respected my privacy, and I said, "Come in Mom."

Mom entered, dressed in her usual business formal, and said, "Hi girls. Good to see you again, um..."

"Karen," Karen said, and walked over to my Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then hugged her. My Mom blushed but hugged her back awkwardly. Karen broke the hug and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I invited myself for supper so your ******** and I can work on our dance routines and then we have an extra practice at 7."

"No not at all," my ****** said and then added, "I was just going to order pizza, if that is ok with you ladies."

Karen said, the double-entendre dripping in each word, "That sounds delicious."

Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, "What kind do you like Karen?"

"Oh, I like all kinds," Karen said, still trying to flirt, but somewhat failing.

"OK," my Mom said and added, "I'll get a Hawaiian and a double pepperoni."

"Sounds great," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of the situation.

My Mom left and, as soon as the door closed, Karen announced, "She will be easy to seduce."

"How do you figure?" I asked, not seeing it at all.

"Trust me, it will be easy," Karen said confidently. "Let's go practise in the living room."

"Why?" I asked.

"We need more space and I want to make sure your mommy gets lots of chances to watch," Karen said.

"She isn't, she won't," I tried to articulate.

Karen smiled and said, "What? She isn't a dyke, like her ********? When was the last time she had a man here?"

I contemplated this as I said, "Not since Dad died."

Karen instantly changed her tone from aggressive to caring as she said, "Sorry, I didn't..."

"No it is ok," I said, "It was five years ago. A car accident."

"Oh, sorry," Karen said, giving me a gentle friendly hug. She held me for what seemed like an eternity. I felt so safe and comfortable inside her arms. My heart began beating faster. Finally, she let go and said, "I'm still going to try and seduce your Mom."

I don't know why, but I said, "OK."

"I'm going to have her between my legs soon," she said confidently.

I doubted she was right, but a part of me, the perverted me that I had never let out until last week, was curious. "Go for it," I egged her on.

Karen smiled, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. We practised a couple OF dance routines, my mom in and out of the room, until the pizza arrived. We ate as Mom asked a bunch of typical ****** questions to Karen: What do you want to do when you graduate? Do you have a job? What do you do for fun? Etc, etc... When dinner was finished, I grabbed the dishes as Mom and Karen went to the living room to watch the news. My Mom always watches the news. I put the few dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a glass of water and returned to the living room. I held in a gasp, barely, as Karen was giving my Mom a foot massage.

Karen smiled at me, massaging my Mom's stocking foot and said, "Mrs. Mom had a long day, so I asked if she needed a foot massage."

My Mom gave me a slightly awkward smile as she said, "And Karen was so nice to offer."

I sat down on a chair and watched the news, taking a glimpse at the couch. Karen switched feet and kept massaging. Finally after fifteen minutes, the time now 6:45, Karen said, "Sorry to stop Mrs. Wyatt, but we got to get going."

My Mom responded as she stood up, "No problem. I have to go shower anyway." She paused as she stretched, her large breasts clearly visible through her blouse, "and call me Amy."

Karen smiled, "Ok Amy, thanks for supper." She then kissed my Mom on the cheek again and gave her another hug, her hand resting half on my Mom's butt. I shook my head as Karen looked me directly in the eye and winked. Karen lingered longer than normal hug etiquette dictated before giving my ****** one last kiss on the cheek.

Mom's cheeks were red as I gave my Mom a kiss on the cheek as well and said, "I'll be home by curfew Mom."

"No problem," My Mom said, "Just give me a call if you are running late."

"OK,' I said and Karen and I headed out.

As soon as the door was closed Karen asked, "So still think your Mom can't be seduced?"

I no longer was sure of anything, but said, "That was all harmless."

Karen shook her head as she said, "You'll see. I will have her eating out of my pussy in a week, two tops."

"I doubt it," I said, although I really no longer had a clue if I did doubt it.

We got in the car and drove around the block so my ****** would think we had left as we said and parked. We then walked to Mistress Megan's. We knocked on the door, at 6:55, five minutes early, dressed in identical cheerleading outfits.

We waited until Mistress Megan opened the door. She opened the door, wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings, black 'fuck me' boots and a red blouse. She smiled and said, "Welcome ladies, come on in."

We obediently walked in and followed Megan into her living room. Megan poured us each a glass of wine and asked, "So how are things going dear?" she asked.

"Good," I said.

"Care to expand?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine.

"Well, I have become more popular, that is for sure," I explained and then added, "And I am beginning to get more comfortable with my new look."

"I see," Megan said before asking, "And Karen, she has been a good girl?"

"Very," Karen answered, "She has been a perfect little slave."

"Neither of you has had an orgasm have you?"

"No," we both said in unison.

Megan gave an odd look before asking, "Karen, you are not lying to me, are you?"

"No," she said, avoiding eye contact.

Megan walked up to her and said, "I think you are and I don't appreciate being lied to. I will only ask one you more time. Did you have a forbidden orgasm?"

"Yes," Karen whispered, "I am so sorry Mistress, but Jenny's ********** to me had me so hot that I masturbated myself to ***** last night."

"I see," Megan said and then just looked at Karen for a long time. Finally, Megan said, in a tone I had never heard escape her lips, "Don't ever lie to me again."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said.

Megan then said, "Follow me." We both did and I found myself in the room where I lost my virginity. A warmth in my body and especially my privates filled me as I reminisced about what happened in this room just a few days ago. Had it been less than a week ago? It seemed so long ago, like a distant memory, yet it was indeed only a few days ago.

Megan left her room briefly and then came back with a kitchen chair. She looked at Karen and said with authority, "Sit."

Karen obeyed and Mistress Megan grabbed her arms and tied them behind the chair. She then tied each leg to a leg of the chair. She then explained, "Karen, your punishment is to watch while I give our slave great pleasure, pleasure you would have experienced if you wouldn't have disobeyed me; pleasure that is beyond what you could ever imagine." Megan then grabbed a vibrator, turned it on full and placed it under Karen's bum. She then said sternly, "Don't you dare cum."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said, disappointedly.

Mistress Megan slid off her skirt and then grabbed a strap-on. "Jenny," she said sincerely, her sweet tender voice back, "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you," I responded, flattered.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No," I said.

Megan looked at Karen and asked, "Have you?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan."

Megan walked over and said, "Show our Jenny, how to suck a cock." Megan grabbed a stool and then stood on it, her black cock now directly in Karen's face. Karen opened her mouth and leaned forward to suck the cock. She moved back and forth taking in a couple inches and then trying to take more. This continued for a couple of minutes until Megan asked, "Jenny, do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, eager to try.

Mistress Megan walked over to me and I, without instruction, dropped to my knees and grabbed the cock with my hand. I kissed it and then opened my mouth. I engulfed the toy in my mouth and, like Karen, moved back and forth. With each stroke I attempted to take a little more in my mouth. I gagged a couple of times, but eventually got into a decent rhythm.

Megan said, "Good girl," as she pulled me up and kissed me, the stiff cock poking me just above my damp vagina. The kiss was tender and passionate. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth until she finally said, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Desperately," I responded.

She led me to the bed, assisted me out of my underwear, but kept on my whole cheerleader's uniform. She had me on all fours, facing Karen. Megan went behind me and said, "See Karen, this could have been you; getting fucked by your mistress, while your slave licked and sucked your clit. The double pleasure would have had you in a type of pleasure that you have never even imagined."

I moaned as Mistress Megan's fake cock slid into my very ready pussy.

Megan put her hands on my hips as she slowly started fucking me with the seven inch cock. She asked, "Slave Jenny, how does it feel?"

"Soooo good, Mistress Megan," I moaned honestly.

Megan began to move faster and I began to move back to meet her thrusts. "That's it my little lez, bounce back on my cock."

I eagerly obeyed, as I moved back faster, taking all seven inches inside me. The pleasure felt so good and a couple of days without orgasmic bliss had me near the brink in only a couple of minutes of fucking. I pleaded, "Mistress Megan, can I cum, I am so close."

Megan grabbed my hips, pulled me back, the cock going even deeper than I thought possible.

I whimpered ecstatically, the cock filling me so completely. She held me there and then I felt a finger at my anal entrance. She whispered, "You may cum any time you want, as long as you don't move."

I moaned, "Thank you, Mistress Megan," and stopped moving as she slid a finger inside my anus. She kept pushing forward and soon she was finger-fucking my ass. The quick pace kept me excited and nearing the brink of bliss, but not over it. Suddenly as my moaning got louder, she gave one ****** thrust with the cock, and I screamed in orgasmic surprise louder than I thought possible as I came instantly. My body shook like I was having an epileptic seizure as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced charged through my whole body. I kept repeating, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," as the sexual explosion continued to pulse, engulfing me, drowning me. Megan just held me tight, a finger still in my ass, the cock still buried to the hilt in my pussy, until my breathing slowed down and the last remnants of the orgasm were released from my body. Finally, Megan let go and I fell forward as her finger and the toy slid out of me.

She then surprised me again, flipping me over and kissing me hard. This time the kiss was heated and eager like two lovers before the apocalypse. Her breasts and mine were squished together as we made out. Her tongue danced inside my mouth, seemingly searching for something as it explored every crevice. The hardcore kissing had the chills roll through my body like an electric current, and my pussy began to fire up again. She then broke the kiss and surprised me, as she buried her head between my legs. She did something I can't even explain to my clit as she sucked it into her mouth and rolled it around her lips. A few seconds of this intense clitoris pleasure and I was writhing on the bed as a second intense orgasm quaked inside me. As my pussy juice flooded out of me, Mistress Megan kept my clit in her mouth and began pumping two fingers in my pussy. This intense joy fulfilled me for minutes as a third, fourth and fifth orgasm exploded out of me. When I finally collapsed, perspiration dripping down my forehead, Megan moved away from between my legs and looked at me. Her face glistened, completely soaked with her slave's love cum.

She pulled me up one last time. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a sweet sexy smile on her face as her tongue traced my lips, her lips barely touching mine. She teased my lips with her tongue and lips until finally she leaned in and kissed me gently. This time our kissing was soft and gentle as if we had all night to just drown inside each other's mouths. When she finally broke it, I was disappointed.

Mistress Megan then stood up and took off her cock. She then slid off her panties and sat on the edge of the bed. Megan stared directly at Karen, who I had forgotten about completely, and spread her legs. I looked at the clock, it was 8:12, and I couldn't believe it. Over an hour had flown by already; it had felt like seconds. Megan began to rub her clit as she asked, "Was that hot, Karen?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," responded Karen, who's face was red and clearly horny from the toy underneath her and watching my sexual bliss.

"Do you want to eat your mistress's pussy?"

"Very badly, Mistress Megan," she answered.

"What will you do to make you worthy of such a treat?" Megan asked coyly.

"Anything," Karen said desperately.

"Anything?" Megan asked.

Karen then offered, "I will offer you Jenny's Mom as a slave for you."

It was Megan's turn to be surprised as she questioned, "Excuse me?"

"I will seduce Mrs. Wyatt and bring her over to your house as a gift to you," Karen offered confidently.

Megan looked back at me and said, "What do you think of this?"

I explained, "Karen thinks my Mom is a lez and that she can seduce her. I don't think that is possible."

Megan mulled this over for awhile before she said, "An interesting proposal, Karen my little disobedient slut, a very interesting offer indeed."

Karen, getting some of her confidence back, added, "I will have that bitch begging to eat me out within a week."

"Well, what can I say," Megan said, looking at me again, "Your ****** is very hot and it would be handy to not have to play this babysitting charade every time I want to have you over here."

"Whatever you want," I said, like a good little submissive.

"Done," Megan said, "When you bring Amy Wyatt here, dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, wearing the same red thigh highs you two dykes are wearing, then and only then Karen will you be allowed a taste of my nectar and the pleasures that only your mistress can bring."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said, "I will have that MILF over here submitting to you soon."

"Good," Megan said, and then said, "Jenny, come and eat your mistress, I am fucking dying for an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said and quickly jumped off the bed, fell to my knees and began to pleasure my mistress. Trying to replicate what Mistress Megan had done to me, I focused on her clit, taking it into my mouth. I put pressure on it as I slid a finger into her gaping hole. I added a second finger and began pumping in and out. As her moans got louder, I pushed my face hard against her clit and pubic bone and furiously finger- fucked her. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in deeper. Seconds later her legs tightened around my head and a flood of her cum sprayed onto my face. Her cum was so intense I felt like I was drowning in her love juice. I drank as much of her deliciousness as I could, not wanting to ever leave her pleasure shrine.

When her orgasm subsided, she lifted me up and kissed me once again. She broke the kiss and said, rather humourously, "Fuck, I taste good."

I laughed as I said, "There is no better taste in the world."

As Megan got up and grabbed a robe, she said jokingly, "I should bottle it up."

"You would make millions," I joked back.

We were both laughing, as Karen sat there still bound. Megan asked, "So Jenny, do you think Karen deserves an orgasm?"

"Yes," I said instantly.

Megan smiled, "You are too nice."

I shrugged.

Megan moved to Karen and pulled the toy out from underneath her and, without warning, slid it inside Karen's pussy. Megan said, "Cum my slut," and Karen instantly screamed and in less than ten seconds had the orgasm that had been building up inside her the past two hours of teasing.

Megan then said, leaving the toy inside her slave, "Let's go downstairs and get a *****."

"But what about Karen?" I asked.

"We will untie her in a bit. Let her stew there for a bit; I am still not very happy with her disobedience," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me out of her room.

We spent the next half hour downstairs, talking about everything, including Miss Morgan. As I re-told the story of the past two days in Miss Morgan's class, Megan listened intently. She then asked, "Do you want to seduce her?"

I thought about it a couple of seconds before realizing I did and answered, "Yes, I do."

"Well then do it," Megan said, "But remember a seduction of such a person needs to be well-paced. She is a teacher, you are a student. Even if she wants to, which she probably does, she has to worry about her job."

"I understand."

"So each day should build on the other; each tease going further than the other; each tease revealing more, yet not so obvious that others know," Megan advised me.

"OK," I said.

Megan then said, walking over to her computer, "Let's do some research on her." I followed her over and waited as Megan logged on. I was in awe as in seconds Megan had found all her private information, including her IP adress. She then said, "She is online right now. Let's see what websites she has been on since Monday and what site she is on right now." A couple quick clicks of Megan's mouse and she said, "Well, well, well."

I leaned forward as I asked, "What?"

"Do you really want to know what your teacher looks up in the privacy of her own home?"

I thought about it briefly; this was clearly a ********* of her privacy; while old me had morals and would have said no, the new me had much looser morals and clearly would say yes. "Yes, Mistress Megan," I responded.

"You are a devious little dyke aren't you," Megan teased.

I smiled devilishly, "Isn't that the way you like me Mistress?"

Megan shook her head and said, "That I do, my little slave. Now come take a look at this." I leaned forward and Megan said, "Like you, she is a regular reader of Literotica. She reads mostly lesbian stories, although she also does searches using the words 'domination', '**********', '***********' and interestingly enough, '18 year old'. But yesterday and today she has been searching and reading stories with a new search."

When she didn't continue, I asked, "And what search is that?"

"Teacher **********," Megan responded, "Clearly you have been greatly turning on your teacher, my little dyke."

My pussy began to heat up again as I realized the power I had been having on my hot teacher.

"Look at the stories she has been reading today."The Only True Teacher/Student Story" by Notabutch, "The Pet Teacher"-Couture, "Hot For Teacher"-watchdawg and "The Laura Effect" by krr1957. Fuck, my little dyke, she has been reading non-stop for a couple of hours now."

"Cool," I said.

Megan looked at me and said, "Well the seduction should be easy, my slut. But remember she has an image to protect, so do it with class."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said.

"Should we go and untie Karen?" Megan asked, standing up from the computer.

"Probably, she must be going fucking crazy by now," I said.

"Good, that should teach her a lesson."

"Agreed," I responded.

I followed Megan up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Karen was sweating, clearly near the brink of bliss. The look on her face pleaded for help, for permission to cum and I asked, "Mistress Megan, may I help get your slut off?"

"You think she deserves another orgasm?" she asked me.

"Yes. I think she learned her lesson, didn't you slut?" I asked, playing a more dominant role than I had ever played.

Karen surprised me and Megan as she said, "Yes Mistress Jenny and Mistress Megan, I will never disobey again."

Juice began to escape from my pussy at being called "Mistress" as I waited for Megan's instructions.

Megan finally said, "Go fuck the bitch."

I quickly went between Karen's bound legs and began licking her clit, not touching the toy still inside her. As soon as my mouth made contact, Karen let out a scream of pleasure and kept moaning as I sucked her clit into my mouth. In only a few precious seconds, juice sprayed all over my face as she had a wickedly powerful orgasm. I kept my mouth on her clit as she kept moaning until she begged me to quit. I then stood up; my face soaked with Karen's cum and kissed her. I broke the kiss and said, "How does your cum taste on my lips?"

"Yummy," she barely was able to say, still recovering from her orgasm.

Megan untied her and said, "You ladies better get home, you have school in the morning."

"Yes Mistress," we chorused.

Megan kissed us both once and sent us on our way. As we got back to the car, Karen finally recovered from the evening's events said, "See you tomorrow, my sexy little slut."

"See you tomorrow, Mistress Karen," I responded.

She walked over to me and kissed me one last time, right in the open, although it was dark and no one was around. She then said, "Wear the white thigh highs tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, back in our traditional roles, as Karen got in her car. I watched her leave and walked home.

Tired past exhaustion, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5th: Almost Caught...Mom is a dyke?

By the third day of my new life, things began to be a bit of a routine, if such a change can be considered routine. Boys stared at me as I sauntered by, girls gossiped about me and a power shift in the cheerleader's group was clearly occurring. Sabrina continued to treat me like a servant, but was less harsh on her criticisms of me; interestingly, she was wearing red stockings and heels, while only Karen and I were the only two wearing the white ones. Ashley, on the other hand, was super nice to me and put her hand on my nylon covered leg on a couple of occasions during lunch. She didn't caress or anything, but it lingered there the first time for almost a minute and the second time for probably five minutes.

Near the end of lunch, Troy came up to our table and asked, "So Jenny, are you free this weekend to go out for supper and a flick?"

I immediately was petrified, I had never had a date with a boy, nor did I really want one.

Karen saved me as she said, "Actually, sorry, Troy, she is my date all weekend; it is the cheerleader's retreat this weekend."

"Oh, well I would love to be a part of that," he flirted, his eyes locked on mine.

I looked away nervously as Karen said, "I bet you would. You probably fantasize one big dyke orgy, don't ya?"

"Well," he said slightly embarrassed.

Karen stood up and walked over to him and said, "Don't worry, we will be sure to make your fantasy come true." She quickly rubbed his dick through his pants and then said, "Let's go, Jenny."

I quickly got to my feet and followed obediently. Karen laughed as we left the cafeteria, "The funny thing is this weekend will be a lesbian orgy of sorts and you will be the center of attention."

"I will?" I gasped.

"Oh yes," Karen said, "You are sharing a room with Sabrina, Ashley and myself. Your duty will be pussy pleaser."

"Oh," I said terrified.

The bell rang and I headed to class. Sally and Eleanor were also different today. Although not dressed as slutty and as revealing as I was, both had on long skirts and tights. I complimented them and they both blushed. We talked as if nothing had changed since last week. We talked about Chuck, which is the best show on TV, complained about classes and talked about other generic nothingness. When class ended, I gave both of them quick pecks on the cheek before leaving, something I had never did before.

I then headed out to meet with Karen and we quickly made our way to English class. As Megan instructed, I decided to take it slow. I sat at my desk and simply slid my feet in and out of my heels all class long. If she didn't look down for a period of time, I made sure to drop my shoe on the floor. Miss Morgan seemed distracted, but only I knew why. It made my pussy damp, knowing the power I had. As class ended, Miss Morgan gave back our poems. She handed mine last and gave me a slight smile. I took the paper and looked at it. I got an A and the following comment, "A very vivid poem that builds to a powerful climax." An accidental laugh escaped my mouth as I read the last two words. Miss Morgan looked at me, began to say something, but then didn't. I said, "See you tomorrow, Miss Morgan," and left class.

Practice number three was another exhausting workout, but again I felt less tired than I had the day before. Karen drove me home again and then invited herself in. My Mom was in the kitchen making supper and Karen walked up and gave my Mom a kiss on both cheeks. Karen then said, "Mrs. Wyatt you look amazing today."

My Mom blushed and said, "Thank you Karen."

Karen and I practiced cheers for an hour, with Mom coming in and out the whole time. After supper, Karen and I went upstairs so I could help her with her math. As soon as I closed the door, Karen said, "You had to notice that your ****** was checking me out during our workout, right?"

I did indeed notice, but said, "Not really."

Karen walked up to me and said, "You are a horrible liar."

I blushed and then said defeated, "Fine, it seems she was indeed checking you out."

"I will have her between my legs soon," she purred. When I said nothing, she added, "Speaking of things between my legs."

I blushed, understanding completely what she was implying, and said nervously, "But Mom is right down stairs."

"So?" she asked.

"I don't have a lock on my door," I pleaded.

"So?" she asked again.

"She could walk in at any moment," I said a little more frantic.

"So?" she repeated, as she lifted up her skirt, showing me her naked beaver as sat on the edge of my bed. She smiled at me and using one finger beckoned me in. I didn't move instantly and she then said in a firm voice, "Now slut."

Reluctantly, petrified that my Mom would walk in or hear Karen, I moved to my Mistress and knelt before her. Karen smiled and said, "I have looked forward to this all day; get me off my little lez."

I leaned forward and began licking Karen. I slid my tongue up and down her cunt lips, and then every few seconds I would put pressure on Karen's clit with my tongue. Each time I put pressure on Karen's clit, she shook just a bit. I did this continual teasing pleasure for a while, trying to get her off with a building of pleasure, hoping she wouldn't scream and alarm my ******. I savoured Karen's delicious pussy, her wetness drenching my face, as I continued to lick and lick.

Karen, who seemed to be getting close, demanded, "Finger me slut."

Obeying, I slid a finger inside her ocean of pleasure. It slid in so easily that I slid a second in as well. I began moving my two fingers in and out, completely focused on giving pleasure, I completely forgot about my ****** downstairs. Feeling her legs tense slightly, I hooked my two fingers inside, her putting as much pressure on her g-spot as I could. Karen instantly let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as her juices gushed out of her pussy and sprayed my face. I had never had so much pussy juice on my face as she continued to quake through her orgasm.

I heard footsteps coming and quickly stood up, and Karen, thankfully, quickly got up too, just as my Mom opened the door. My mom looked at us frantically, worried, "Are you girls ok?"

Karen, her face ruby red, clearly recovering from orgasmic bliss, said, "Oh sorry Mrs. Wyatt, I just stubbed my toe and it really hurt."

My Mom somehow did not seem to notice my face shining with Karen's cum. As she said, "Oh thank God, I thought something dreadful had happened. Are you OK?"

Karen sat on the bed and said, "Mrs. Wyatt, could you come and look at my toe. It really hurts."

"Oh, sure honey," my ****** said, as I watched horrified.

Karen lifted up her foot, so my ****** could look at it, and I could see Karen's still wet and leaking cunt from where I was standing. There was no way my ****** would not see it.

My Mom grabbed her foot and looked at the toe through the stocking. My ****** said, "Well it doesn't," she then stopped abruptly as she clearly saw Karen's shaved pussy. Mom's face went red, but she seemed to recover pretty quickly as she looked up to Karen, who was smiling like an innocent choir girl, "it doesn't look like you did any serious damage."

Karen asked sweetly, "Could you massage it, it really hurts."

"Sure," my Mom said, as she gently rubbed Karen's foot. Karen's cunt was completely uncovered and in plain sight for my ******, at the angle she was sitting, and I was surprised at how many times my ****** would take a quick glimpse of my young 18 year old Mistress' pussy.

This went on for a couple of minutes, until Karen said, "Thanks Mrs. Wyatt, you really know how to make someone feel better."

My Mom let go of Karen's foot and took one last look at the delicious wet pussy before Karen's skirt covered the prize. The peepshow now complete, my ****** seemed to regain her composure and said, "Well, um, I will be downstairs if you ladies need anything."

Karen grabbed my ******'s hand as she was about to leave and said, "Thank you so much." Karen kissed her on each cheek, lingering a couple of seconds before moving away.

My ****** said, slightly flushed, "No problem." She then left the room.

Karen looked right at me and said, "Still think she isn't a dyke?"

"Well, she did take a few peeks, but who wouldn't?"

"A straight woman," Karen answered.

"Haha," I laughed.

"Very soon Jenny," Karen predicted, "Very soon your ****** will be my little MILF slut."

I didn't say anything.

Karen added, "Are you ok with that?"

I shrugged, really not sure how I felt about this odd plot twist, "I don't know. It turns me on, yet..."

"Yet what?" Karen asked.

"Yet, she is my ******," I said.

"I'm not asking you to fuck her," Karen said, her eyes going big as she said, "Unless you want to."

"No," I said.

"You do, don't you; you want to fuck your own ******?"

"No," I said adamantly.

Karen smiled, "I think you do." She then kissed me and said, "Fuck I taste good."

"Delicious," I teased back.

Karen then said, "No orgasms for you until the cheerleader getaway."

"Oh," I said crestfallen.

"None," Karen said with a more authoritarian tone.

"Understood," I said disappointedly.

"It's only two days," Karen said, "You're not such a big sex maniac you can't wait two days, are you?"

When she put it that way, I chuckled to myself, had I become such a sex maniac? The answer, of course, was yes. "I will obey, Mistress Karen," I said.

"Good," Karen said, "I got to get going, see you tomorrow my dyke."

"Bye, Mistress Karen," I said and walked her out.

The rest of the evening I worked on my essay and did everything I could to avoid thinking about sex. Of course the picture of my ****** submissively pleasing Karen would not leave my brain. I went to bed, my pussy begging to be pleased. Not surprisingly, I had a restless night.

THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6th: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan

Normality had settled into my new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire. As Karen predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave. At least fifty girls were wearing thigh high stockings on Thursday. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy trend.

The day was normal, well my new normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both were wearing thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the two school-girl virgins they were. Near the end of class I said, "Sally you are very pretty and have gorgeous long hair. Yet, you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Let it down tomorrow."

Sally said, "You think so?"

I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so."

Sally blushed as I looked at Eleanor and said, "And you Eleanor. You are pretty too. You need to wear make-up, especially lipstick to showcase your luscious lips."

She said embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."

I said, "Tell you what. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I will give you a makeover."

"OK," Eleanor said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The bell rang as I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."

I left and headed to meet Karen. Karen grabbed my arm and said, "Today I plan to have some fun."

I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, "How so?"

"When I ask to go the bathroom," she explained, "You will wait a minute and ask to go as well."

My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.

Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but Karen added, "Do not disobey, slut."

Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan gave a lecture and Karen is way too nice to interrupt a teacher when she is teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, she assigned us some time to write a reflection. The topic was simplistic, 'What key moment in time has defined who you are.' I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going to make me write and what I wanted to write as well.

As soon as Miss Morgan sat at her desk, Karen asked permission to go the washroom.

After getting approval, Karen left and I waited, my body a mix of turmoil. Both excited to please Karen and scared with the fear of being caught. I waited the full minute before asking to go the washroom as well. Miss Morgan gave a brief look of curiosity, maybe tying the two together, but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room, I quickly went to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I followed Karen in. She did not say a word, as she lifted up her skirt and I simply followed the implied expectation. I licked her pussy, in this awkward position for a couple minutes, long enough to have a shine on my lips and mouth. Karen then said, "Better get back to class. And don't you daer wipe off your mistress's juice."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said as Karen simply composed herself and left me in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom.

I returned to class and sat to work on my project. When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled and then went back to work. As I worked, Karen walked over and whispered in my ear, "Make sure you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell your juices."

I sighed as Karen returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to achieve this demand. I waited for the bell to ring and then put my hand up.

Miss Morgan looked at me and asked, "What is it Jenny?"

"Oh, I just would like you to ask you about my essay."

"What about it?" Miss Morgan asked as she stood up and began to come to my desk.

I grabbed my essay rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far and said, "Can you read this and give me your opinion?"

"Sure," she said, grabbing a chair and sitting right beside me. She took the paper and read it silently for a couple of minutes. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt lingering on my face. I don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice it as she gave a peculiar look just as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk; her nostrils just inches away from my sin.

"So?" I asked innocently, making sure my knee now rested against hers.

"Well it is pretty good. Yet, you don't have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need quotes from the book to make your point."

"OK," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "That is really helpful." I didn't move, nor did she for a few brief seconds before she seemed to come to her senses and stood up abruptly.

"You should probably get to cheerleading practice," she said, "I hear Miss Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality."

I grabbed my stuff and said, "That she is." I then surprised Miss Morgan by giving her a hug and added, "Thanks for your help. If there is anything I can do to repay you, just ask."

I got to practice just in time and barely survived Miss Hopkins' marathon workout. When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, "I expect a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow."

"Should I use your name?" I asked cautiously.

Karen just shrugged, "You decide."

She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work. It was then that I realized I was supposed to start a new job tomorrow. I panicked and went to Megan's house. She answered the door and welcomed me in.

I said worriedly, "I just realized that I am supposed to start work tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader's retreat to go to."

Megan smiled and said, "No worries, I will give Krystal a call for you."

"Thanks," I said, a burden instantly leaving my shoulders. Max ran up, hugged my leg and said, "Jenny here to play."

I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I said, "Sure, I have a few minutes." A few minutes turned into an hour, before I saw the clock and realized I had to go home.

As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a piece of paper. I took it as she explained, "It is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she often is on."

I gave her a perplexed look.

"For Miss Morgan," she said.

I looked at it and said, "Thanks," although I was unsure I would use it.

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and asked concerned, "Where's Karen?"

I answered, "She had to go to work."

"Oh," my ****** said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded trying to hide her disappointment from me.

We had supper and Mom asked questions about school, cheerleading and Karen. She made sure to ask vague questions, but it really felt like when a friend is trying to find out if a boy likes her. It was adorable and yet a little creepy. There was no doubt about it; my ****** had a crush on my teenage mistress.

After supper, I watched the Big Bang Theory and then went upstairs and wrote my new assignment. Below is the brief essay I wrote for class.

THE LICK OF LUXURY

In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are. For some they may not even realize they are important at the time. For example, the day you meet the boy you are going to marry may be rather unremarkable at the time, it is only on reflection you realize how important that day was. Other times, the moment is instantly recognizable, like when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you get your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key moment is a mixture of both, for finding myself, the real me, not the one others had seen for the past 18 years, was only found through the help of one woman. I found myself, when my Mistress found me.

Now I should note first, deep down I am a good person. I am compassionate, I am academically strong and I am somewhat funny (although that could be debatable). I love ******* and I hope to change the world someday. I am easily emotional, as I cry when I see commercials for third world country ********, I cry at lame commercials that pull at your heart strings and I often cry when I think about my deceased ******. I guess the point of all this is, I thought I was a normal, emotionally drained, psychological stressed teenager, and maybe I still am. But my one secret, a secret I held close to my heart, was that deep down I knew I was a lesbian. This secret shamed me, but I held it inside, not allowing anyone in. At night I fantasized about other classmates, about being their submissive pleasure toy and it was these fantasies that kept me sane. I read lesbian love stories online to deal with my unhealthy obsession and my sinful lust. Then I met my Mistress.

Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I babysit for her regularly. She is a single ****** and one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She seduced me online (a long story and if you really want to know read Bedding the Babysitter parts one and two on The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! in one perfect evening my shame was washed away and I eagerly and thankfully accepted my role as a submissive lesbian. In my life everything is so stressful, but when I am pleasing my mistresses (I have two now) all my stress is gone. Sure I still have insecurities but I have learned to accept my sexuality and my need to please.

In conclusion, I have come to full terms with the fact that I am a lesbian. I am submissive and get turned on when I am called names or made to do naughty, inappropriate and clearly socially unacceptable things. I have also accepted that I need this degrading, this sexual *********** to get the pleasure I need and to release the stress that used to dominate my life. Lastly, my mistresses have turned me into a confident sexual being and from this my true personality has been able to shine bright. I proudly wear stockings every day, I proudly submit to the every whim of my mistresses and I proudly accept that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of other's pleasure.

I finished my second draft and wondered if this was way too direct. What would Miss Morgan think? Then I remembered I had Miss Morgan's secret code name. I went and searched her name, Wanda87. She was online and her profile, with no picture, was as follows:

I am a 23 year old English teacher who is looking for someone special. I have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new lesbian lifestyle.

I am still in the closet to my old fashioned family, but would be willing to come out if I met the right person.

Other interests include reading, travel, movies and chatting.

I finished reading her profile and wondered what Wanda87 stood for. I created a new username "Subinstockings" and a relatively true profile:

I just had my first sexual experience with a woman recently and learned that I am very, very submissive. I like to serve and please and will never disobey. I also love to wear stockings at all times.

I clicked on her name and opened a chat session with her:

Subinstockings: Hi, I liked your profile.

I waited a couple of minutes until she responded.

Wanda87: Hi. Your profile is rather interesting as well.

Subinstockings: It is all true.

Wanda87: I was intrigued by your name.

Subinstockings: I am a girl who is very, VERY, submissive.

Wanda87: Oh.

Subinstockings: Sorry, does that disgust you?

Wanda87: Oh no. It's just...

Subinstockings: Just what?

Wanda87: I have been having fantasies about dominating one of my students.

Subinstockings: Oh...you are a teacher?

Wanda87: Yes, so such a fantasy is wrong.

Subinstockings: Not if she is eighteen.

Wanda87: She is, but she is a student.

Subinstockings: Do you think she is a lesbian?

Wanda87: A recent writing implies as much.

Subinstockings: I see.

Wanda87: Plus how does one say to a student, 'I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave'?

Subinstockings: Well, saying it would be one way. 

Wanda87: I am way too shy and my job is too important. What if I am wrong?

Subinstockings: True. As a student myself, I would love to submit to my teacher.

Wanda87: You would?

Subinstockings: Oh yes. If you were my teacher, I would obey your every command.

Wanda87: Really?!?

Subinstockings: Really. If I was there I would lick your pussy until you came all over my pretty face. Will you be my online mistress?

Wanda87: Um...how would that work?

Subinstockings: You tell me to do something and I obey.

Wanda87: Ok...what are you wearing right now?

Subinstockings: Just thigh high stockings and my jammies.

Wanda87: I see. Tell me one of your fantasies.

Subinstockings: I fantasize about being taken by a group of cheerleaders and made to be their personal sex toy for a whole weekend.

Wanda87: Wow that is hot.

Subinstockings: Thank you Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: Mistress Wanda I like that.

Subinstockings: Is there anything I can do for you mistress.

Wanda87: Tell me what you would do if you were here at my house?

Subinstockings: Anything you asked?

Wanda87: Anything?

Subinstockings: Yes anything.

Wanda87: I am new at this. Can you give me an example?

Subinstockings: Yes, Mistress Wanda.

Subinstockings: I would crawl to you on request. I would then go between your legs and lick your pussy until you sprayed your love juices all over me. You would then put a strap-on on your sexy waist and fuck me like the lez slut I am. First you would pound me in my shaved ripe pussy and then later you would hammer my tight firm ass. I would only orgasm when given permission. When you were done dominating me, I would then continue to please you as you saw fit.

Wanda87: OMG, you got me so wet.

Subinstockings: Will you cum for me Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: Yes.

Subinstockings: Rub yourself for me Mistress Wanda. Imagine me between your legs, your clit in my mouth.

Wanda87: Hmmm...

Subinstockings: My finger sliding inside you Mistress Wanda. Your student and slave finger fucking you.

Wanda87: Hmmm, yes....I'm close...

Subinstockings: My finger finding your g-spot and rubbing it as you explode all over your student's eager tongue.

Wanda87: I'm cumming...

Subinstockings: Did I please you Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: Yes, very much so.

Subinstockings: That makes me very happy Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: That was amazing. I wish you were really here.

Subinstockings: Maybe someday Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: What city are you in?

Subinstockings: Boston.

There is a long gap of time, I wonder if Miss Morgan has figured out it is me.

Wanda87: That is too strange. I live in Boston too.

Subinstockings: Well, maybe we can meet face to face and pussy to pussy sometime.

Wanda87: I would like that.

Subinstockings: By the way, if you want to seduce that student of yours. Compliment her. Touch her gently, but not inappropriately. If she is interested, she will respond.

Wanda87: Good idea. I don't know if I can do it. But I will definitely think about it.

Subinstockings: Do. If she is anything like me, she will get wet from your advances.

Wanda87: I don't know.

Subinstockings: Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Wanda87: True. Well, I should get to bed; that orgasm has me exhausted and I have to teach tomorrow.

Subinstockings: I should get to bed too. I have school tomorrow as well.

Wanda87: How old are you?

Subinstockings: 18. You, Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: 23

Subinstockings: Have a good night Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: You too my slave.

Subinstockings: Talk to you soon.

Wanda87: I hope so.

I logged out and went to bed with a big smile on my face, Miss Morgan wanted me.

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7th: Cheerleader's Retreat and love?

The last day of the week was the most eventful. I wore a pair of green thigh highs. They did not remotely match my red and white outfit, but that was the point. Even Karen was surprised with my look. As we drove to school I told her about my night and read her my paper. Karen just shook her head and said, "You really are a complete lez slut."

"I know," I said, not the least bit ashamed.

Karen said, "Finger yourself, but don't cum."

I obeyed, moving my skirt up so Karen could watch. I slid a finger in and out slowly as Karen said, "So next week we will both complete seductions. You will be between Miss Morgan's legs and your ****** will be between mine."

We arrived at school as my horniness simmered. Karen said, "Rub your pussy juice all over your mouth."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and coated my lips with my own cum.

Karen and I then went into school. Both Ashley ands Sabrina seemed to notice my unique lip sauce, but did not say anything.

I met with both Eleanor and Sally and helped each one with their transformation. I don't know if I did a really good job, or if I was just so horny from a lack of an orgasm, but they each looked good enough to eat. Both girls looked radiant in their new look and my pussy got a small tingle of pleasure from seeing their transformation. I complimented them both and learned they both now had dates to next week's dance. I was so happy for them.

The day flew by and I met Karen before English class and she demanded, "Go to the bathroom and finger yourself until you are soaking wet. Then take off your panties and generously coat your lips with your wetness."

I whispered, "Yes, Mistress Karen," and headed to the bathroom. I did as instructed and took off my underwear and put it in my purse. I fingered myself to a feverish tease and then stopped. I took my finger and coated my red lips with my own juice.

I then made myself as presentable as possible and then arrived in class a couple of minutes late. Miss Morgan gave me a look but didn't say anything as I walked up to her, my sweet scent lingering as I handed her my paper. "Sorry Miss Morgan, I had to finish a task before getting to class."

Miss Morgan smiled, showing no reaction to my shiny lips, as she said, "Oh no problem Jenny, I am sure it was important."

"Oh, it was, and I think you will really like my paper," I responded and sat in my seat.

Miss Morgan then instructed that today was a work period for our essays due next week. She then began walking up and down the rows and assisting students. I used the time to work on my paper and waited for Miss Morgan to arrive.

Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked "How is your essay coming along, Jenny?"

I said in a soft voice, so only she could hear, "I have barely got any further from when we last talked. I have been too busy pleasing my mistress, well both my mistresses actually."

She gave out a gasp and said, "Jenny, what has gotten into you?"

I teased back, "Toys, lots of toys."

She went red again as she tried to stay focused, "Can I give you any assistance on your paper?"

I shrugged and said, "I think I am ok." I then stretched my stocking covered legs out, my shoes on the floor, to give my sexy teacher a very open look at my legs and my perfectly manicured and painted toes.

Miss Morgan took a lengthy look at my legs, before moving on to the next student. With a few minutes left, Miss Morgan returned to her desk. She seemed to be reading something and I knew quickly it was my paper as her face went red and she looked up at me. I, of course, was looking at her and made sure it was she who broke eye contact. Another student asked for help and Miss Morgan went to assist her. A few minutes later the bell rang and I got up to leave. As I was leaving, I walked up to her and said, "Have a good weekend, Miss Morgan."

I then met Karen after class and we headed to the bus that would take us to our retreat. It was only an hour away, at a lake that is closed this time of year. The bus ride was gossip central. I learned more in that hour than I had in the past three years. The rumours about me were hilarious, disturbing, but hilarious. I learned that apparently: I was gangbanged by the football team; I had an abortion this summer; I got my high marks by doing the teachers; I was a crystal meth addict and lastly, that I was only on the cheerleading team because I had blackmailed Karen, although no one seems to know how I was blackmailing her.

Anyhow, we got to our destination and then had a three hour marathon workout. It was ridiculous. My whole body ached, even parts I did not know could ache. We were then sent tour cabins...each cabin had 4 girls assigned. Not surprisingly, I was assigned to be with Karen, Sabrina and Ashley. As I entered the cabin, butterflies of nervousness filled my whole body. I knew that any minute now Karen was going to reveal our secret. I was excited as I wanted to taste Ashley, but petrified of what Sabrina may do.

Ashley and Sabrina started to change into their nighties, while Karen came over to talk to me. She said as she handed me a bag, "Here, go to the bathroom and put this on."

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see," she said with a devious smirk.

"Ok," I said.

"And the rest of the night, you will refer to me as mistress," She demanded with authority.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I whispered. I then went to the bathroom to find out what Mistress Karen had in store for me. I opened the bag tentatively and then dismay as I saw my outfit. It was a maid's outfit with black skirt, black thigh highs, four inch heels, a white blouse and a collar with a leash. I got undressed and put on the subservient outfit.

Just as I was finishing, Karen knocked on the door, "Are you ready?"

"Almost," I replied.

"Tell me when you are, PomPom," she said in a voice that was clearly showing her authority over me.

I heard Sabrina call, "Yes, PomPom, get your ass out here, it is time for your initiation."

I put on the collar and slipped into the awkwardly high heels and said, "I am ready."

Karen then said, "Come on out, PomPom."

I did and was again the innocent shy girl I used to be. I was so nervous I could not look any of the three girls in the eye.

Sabrina said, "PomPom, get me a beer."

"Ok," I said.

I began going to the fridge when Sabrina said, "Respond like a good PomPom."

I pondered this and then said, "Yes, Mistress Sabrina."

Sabrina laughed as she said, "Mistress, I like that. I was expecting ma'am."

I blushed and went and grabbed a beer. I handed it to Sabrina and said, looking her straight in the eye, "Here you are, Mistress Sabrina."

I then looked at Ashley and said, "May I get you anything, Mistress Ashley?"

Ashley's face went red a look of stunned silence on her face as she finally said, "Sure, I will have a beer too."

Karen then added, "Get me one too, PomPom slave."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and went and got two more beers.

I handed both their beers and stood at attention like a maid would, already getting a bit turned on by my subservient role.

Karen demanded, "Get yourself a beer, slut, and come and join us."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I obeyed and saw Ashley's surprised face at me being called a slut.

I returned and then sat down in the open chair. Karen then said, "Truth or dare time for our little PomPom girl."

Instantly I knew all my secrets would be quickly revealed; yet, I was not worried, but rather relieved that the charade would come to an end. I would be their whore tonight and that was the way it was. I wanted to their whore, especially Ashley, yet even Sabrina's bossy demeanour had me yet.

Karen said, "Our PomPom can go first. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said.

"Have you ever fucked a boy before?"

"No," I said.

Sabrina then asked "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said again.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"Yes," I replied not at all ashamed, my eyes not leaving Sabrina.

Sabrina added, "Good to know" and took a sip of her beer.

Ashley then looked at me and I said, "Truth" before she could even ask.

Ashley thought about it a while and finally asked "Why did you decide you wanted to be a cheerleader?"

An innocent question on the surface, but my answer was anything but as I explained, "Mistress Karen suggested it on the phone on Sunday." I then waited for dramatic effect before adding, "The day after I ate her out after work."

Ashley let out a stunned gasp, while Sabrina gave an 'I knew it' smirk.

Karen then asked, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I continued my comfortable pattern.

"How did you end up being between my legs?" she asked, knowing perfectly well the answer.

I then explained, in lengthy detail, for over ten minutes, the whole sordid story from my masturbating fantasy, to Megan's seduction of me, to the actual encounter with Karen at her work.

Sabrina said, "I knew it. I knew there had to be a reason. It made no sense that you would suddenly be a PomPom."

Karen defended me as she said, "She will make an excellent PomPom, won't you my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded obediently.

"Truth or dare?" Sabrina queried.

"Truth," I responded.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked, opening her legs slightly.

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, I would love to eat your pussy," I said so matter-of-factly it was like she had asked if I wanted a coffee.

"Well, come do it," Sabrina demanded.

"All in good time," Karen said.

"Fine," Sabrina huffed.

It was Ashley's turn, and I said, before she could ask, "Dare." I thought it would be fun to see how the shy one of the group reacted. She sat there a long time, seemingly unsure what to ask.

Sabrina said, "Make her eat your pussy. I bet she wants to."

I gave Ashley a smile implying Sabrina was right. But instead Ashley dared, "I dare you to a dance for us."

This was worse than actually eating her pussy, as I was an awkward dancer. Karen got up and plugged her iPod in and after a couple of seconds of searching a song began to play. It was Brittany Spears 'I am A Slave for U.' I stood up and began dancing awkwardly to the song. All the more awkward since I can't dance and I was wearing four inch heels. The song seemed to play forever as I wiggled my butt, slid my hands up and down my breasts and then playing the role of a stripper, I moved to Ashley and did a sexy lap dance for her. Ashley strred obsessed with my moves as I teased her, bringing my body so close to her and them moving away. The song ended and I went and sat back down.

Karen then said, "Dare or dare?"

I smiled, realizing the game had changed.

"Um, dare," I joked.

Karen smiled, chugged the rest of her beer, and said, handing me the now empty beer bottle, "Fuck yourself to an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said as I grabbed the bottle. I then took off my skirt, sat on the chair and rubbed the bottle around my lips. I slid the thin top of the bottle in my very wet pussy. I began to move the top half of the bottle in and out as I rubbed my swollen clit, completely oblivious to the three sets of eyes watching me.

As I began moaning, Sabrina demanded, "Shove the bottle deeper, dyke."

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned as I attempted to push the wider part of the bottle into my tight pussy. I let out a yelp as the wider bottle, wider than any toy that had ever been used to fuck me, slowly penetrated me. My yelp became a whimper as a slight jolt of pain quivered throughout my body. I continued to slowly push it in deeper, until the majority of the bottle filled my pussy.

I didn't notice Sabrina until her hand replaced mine and began to vigorously pump the bottle in and out of me. "Take it all you fucking slut," she said as she ruthlessly fucked me. I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I was assaulted by the bottle. Eventually, my juices lubricated my entrance enough that the pain subsided and I began to enjoy the bottle domination.

"I am close to an orgasm," I pleaded, "Please Mistress Sabrina, fuck me harder."

Sabrina then slid all but the last inch inside me and I screamed, "Yesssssssss," as an intense orgasm hit me and my cum flooded out pushing the bottle out of me.

Sabrina smiled, "You really are a whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned, the orgasm still bringing great pleasure to my whole body.

Sabrina handed me the bottle and said, "Clean your juices, slut."

"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I obeyed, taking the bottle and sucking it like a cock. I then licked around the rest of the bottle, retrieving any last juice.

Sabrina then looked at Karen, "Can I use this cunt yet?"

Karen, playing the powerful leader she was, responded, "Not until you pay your dues as well."

"Excuse me?" Sabrina said defiant.

"You have been questioning me all week. You need to pay for your lack of loyalty."

"How so?" Sabrina asked a little less defiant and a little more worried.

Karen went to a bag and pulled out a rather thick butt plug and said, "Fuck yourself to an orgasm with this."

Sabrina looked at it disgustingly and said, "I would never do that."

Karen held the plug inches from Sabrina's face and said, "Not only will you do it," she began as she grabbed a camcorder from her bag, "You will do it on tape."

"No," Sabrina said shocked.

Karen continued, "Look. You have two choices. Do as your told or don't. Either way I win. If you do, you will be my little lez slave as well, but you may, I do mean may, get Jenny as your little dyke slave. If you don't submit, I will get you kicked off the team and since I don't really like you that much it won't be much of a loss."

Sabrina was seething as she said, "I will just go and tell Coach Hopkins you are threatening me."

Karen laughed as she said, pictures in her hand, "Go ahead. Then I will send these photos of you with Mr. Paulson." I gasped too. Mr. Paulson was a chubby math teacher who was hardly attractive.

Sabrina went instantly white. "H-h-how did you get these?"

"Oh the how doesn't matter. Don't you understand I run this school? Not you. The key is I have them and I have no problem shattering your rep and getting a teacher fired. Plus, a better question is why you are fucking Paulson, there are a lot hotter teachers then him."

Sabrina, wavering a bit, said, "He threatened to fail me last year."

"And?" Karen asked.

"I said I would do anything to pass and he took me up on my offer," Sabrina explained.

"And you call Jenny a slut," Karen said.

Sabrina said nothing, realizing her predicament.

"So, I will ask you only one more time. What is your choice? To be my slut or to not be my slut: that is the question. Whether it is nobler in your mind to suffer the binds and cuffs of outrageous servitude or take arms against me and be swallowed by a sea of trouble and by opposing me be crushed." Karen then moved in front of Sabrina and placed her hand on her shoulder and pushed her down onto her knees.

Sabrina did not resist, seemingly defeated.

Karen slid out of her skirt, presenting a shaved pussy to her cheerleading assistant captain.

Karen then continued her sexual filled Hamlet parody as, she seductively said, her pussy now inches from Sabrina's face, "To beg: to submit: all night, and by obeying end your holier than thou attitude."

Sabrina had tears in her eye as she said, "Please Karen, I..."

Karen interrupted her as she said, "Stop. Beg to have slut Jenny fuck your ass with this butt plug."

Sabrina looked at her, pleading with her eyes desperately, before saying, "Jenny, please fuck my ass."

I had been watching in complete silence the hot blackmailing ********** and was jarred back to reality by my name. I stood up and Karen handed me the butt plug. Karen instructed as she handed me some lube as well, "Don't be gentle."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded.

Sabrina looked at me slightly scared as I generously lubed the toy. I then said, surprising everyone including myself, "Bend over bitch."

Sabrina looked at me furiously and began to say something, but stopped before any sound escaped her lips, as she obeyed, getting onto all fours. I then lubed her ass as well and without any warning began to slide the toy in her ass. Sabrina gave out a rather loud scream as it penetrated her ass. Obeying Karen's command, I showed no gentleness as I pushed the thick plug in her ass. I don't know what came over me; maybe it was all the years of being looked down upon by her or just her ignorant treatment of me this week, but I began to verbally ***** her. "How does that feel you fucking bitch?"

Sabrina moaned in what I think was pleasure, but hard to tell, as she didn't say anything.

I then said in a ******** tone I didn't know I had, "Answer me, cunt!"

"It hurts, but it feels good too," she whimpered, her eyes showing fear from the new dominant me.

I pushed the plug in deeper and soon all six inches were filing her ass. I then said, "Fuck back on the toy slut. Fuck yourself to an orgasm, you butt slut."

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned and I got exceedingly wet at being called mistress.

"Mistress what?" I asked as I slapped her chunky ass hard.

"Yes, Mistress Jenny," she said.

I held the plug, and watched as this chunky bitch, the bitch that had always been so much better than everyone else, obeyed my command and began to bounce back on the plug. Her moaning got louder as she continued to allow the plug to fill her as deeper and deeper. Then finally she screamed as she reached orgasmic bliss from the humiliating debauchery.

I looked at Ashley, who had been quiet this whole time, and was rubbing herself frantically. I slapped Sabrina's ass once more, leaving the plug in her ass and said to Ashley, "Dare me to eat your pussy."

Ashley clearly desperate to have an orgasm after watching the sexual depravity begged, through a moan, "Please."

"Close enough," I quipped and quickly went between the beautiful, sweet, girl's legs. I instantly worked on her clit and as soon as my tongue touched her clit she began to quake and sprayed juice on my face. I kept licking right through her orgasm as I attempted to get her off again. I nibbled on her clit and slid a finger inside her. I pumped the finger in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy. She continued to give moans of pleasure as I pleasured her cunt. I then slowed down so I could savour her deliciousness. I licked slowly, my finger lodged deep inside her, but not moving. I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips, continuing to tease her. I then slid down a bit more and surprised her a bit as my tongue touched her anal pleasure spot. I pushed my tongue in just breaking her anal taboo, and then returned to her pussy.

I heard her whisper, in a pleading and insecure tone, "Please, I need to cum."

I looked up at her, smiled and got a shock of pleasure through my body as she smiled back. I then said, "Yes, Mistress Ashley."

I then went between her legs again and attacked her pussy with an aggressive mixture of licking, nibbling and fingering. This focused assault of her pussy had her moaning and moaning until her legs tightened and a gush of cum exploded all over my face. I had never seen someone gush so much cum from her vagina. I kept licking, attempting to swallow as much of her delicious love juice as possible. Finally she actually pushed me away as she said, "Please, no more."

I looked up at her, thinking I had failed. My look of confusion was recognized by Ashley as she said, "Sorry Jenny, I have never had such an intense orgasm and I needed to allow it to flow through me."

"Oh," I said, "I thought I had disappointed you, Mistress Ashley."

"God no," Ashley said, perspiration dripping down her face, "That was the most amazing sensation I have ever felt."

"Thank you for allowing me to pleasure you," I said sincerely. I looked and saw that Sabrina was still on all fours, but now was also between Karen's legs licking her pussy. The butt plug was still clearly lodged inside her ass.

Ashley then said, "Can I do you?"

"You don't have to," I said, "I am here to please you."

"But I want to," Ashley said, and then realizing how serious and obedient I was, she said, "I demand you lay back, spread your legs and have an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Ashley," I obliged excitedly as I lay back on the floor and opened my legs. To my surprise, Ashley leaned in and kissed me gently. A tenderness that I had never felt before and a chill went down my spine. The kiss lasted minutes as we explored each other's mouths. I could have done this all night, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, but sadly for me she broke the kiss. She then went and nibbled my left ear, her hot breath allowing another chill to thrill my body. She then moved lower, unbuttoned my blouse, and took my left breast into her mouth. She spent minutes exploring every region of my breasts and belly. Giving soft kisses and gentle nibbles that had my juice leaking form my desperate cunt, she slid down my body, past my soaked pussy and glided her tongue down my right leg.

She then found my all-time weakness, as she sucked each of my toes into her mouth through the sheer nylon. I gave myself away as I moaned like a girl getting fucked from her focused pleasure. She took my other foot and did the same thing, staring at me the whole time, but saying nothing. She massaged my foot, before sliding her hands down my stocking clad leg. She leaned back in, passed my pussy and came back to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth and we kissed again, her knee pressed against my pussy. The pressure had me moan into her mouth and moved her knee around, teasing me.

My moans got louder until finally Ashley asked, "Do you want me to lick your vagina?"

I smiled at her saying vagina, still so proper considering the circumstance, and said, "Yes, please, Mistress Ashley."

Her knee leaned into me as she said, "On one condition."

"Anything," I quivered, my focus fading because of the pressure down below.

"Don't call me mistress," she said tenderly, "Call me Ashley."

I responded desperately, "Oh Ashley, please eat me, I need to cum so badly."

Ashley smiled, a smile so sincere, so sweet, so pure, I got even wetter as she said, "I would love to, Jenny." She slid back down and licked my pussy. She didn't fuck my pussy, she made love to it with her tongue. She teased, she pleased, she probed, she explored. She was clearly in no hurry.

For the first time in many minutes I looked across the room and saw that Karen was watching me intently as Sabrina sat on the floor like an obedient puppy dog. To make the scene even more humiliating, Karen was petting Sabrina's hair like she would a dog. Karen winked at me.

I smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' before closing my eyes again. I then just let myself go as Ashley continued to pleasure me. Eventually I could feel my orgasm coming and I moaned, "I'm cumming Ashley, please don't stop."

Ashley, hearing my request, slid a finger inside my ocean of juice and took my whole clit into her mouth. I instantly screamed from the new double pleasure and within seconds my orgasm exploded out of me. Like me, Ashley kept licking and fingering as the orgasm thrilled every part of my body. Eventually the pleasure was too intense, and like Ashley, I begged, "Please stop."

Ashley did, smiled at me and said, "See."

I smiled, trying to catch my breath, as I responded, "Yes."

Ashley moved back up and pressed her body against me as we kissed one more time. Like the previous kisses, the kiss was electric, passionate and tender. We kissed for minutes, with no other agenda, other than to be immersed in each other's passion.

It was finally Karen who broke our make out session when she said, "Well, we should probably hit the hay ladies; drill sergeant Hopkins is going to work us like rented mules tomorrow.

Ashley broke the kiss and helped me to my feet.

Karen walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, took off my collar and then put it on Sabrina. She then spoke to Sabrina, "Do you have anything to say to Jenny?"

Sabrina looked at me completely humiliated and said, "Sorry Jenny."

I smiled at her and said, "It's ok."

Karen then said to Ashley and me, "I thought you two would hit it off. Jenny, did you know that Ashley is a lesbian?"

"I do now," I joked.

Karen then said sincerely, "You two make an adorable couple."

Ashley blushed, but reached for my hand. I looked at Ashley and then a flood of realization hit me as I realized it was not Karen I was in love with, it was Ashley.

Karen smiled, "Jenny, I have a new slave" as she patted Sabrina like a puppy again. "If you two want to be an item, I will allow it."

I looked at Ashley, who looked at me and she asked with an insecure tone, "Are we an us?"

I smiled back, nervous as well, as I said, "I would love that."

Ashley kissed me again gently. Karen added, "But don't think it will be that easy. Jenny still has a mistress with Megan and I will expect to be able to use Jenny on occasion if I wish."

Ashley seemed a bit disappointed by this, but I was secretly thankful. I am not sure I could commit to just one girl. I needed to be dominated sometimes, and Ashley is way too sweet to dominate me.

"Understood," I said.

Karen then added, "I still expect you to finish your seduction of Miss Morgan."

"Of course," I said, as Ashley gave a look of surprise.

"And," she finished "I still plan to seduce your ******."

"I figured you would," I said giving Ashley's hand a soft squeeze of support.

Karen than began walking to her room, with Sabrina following on all fours on the leash. Karen called out, "Share a room, you two dykes."

Ashley and I watched Karen and Sabrina leave and then wordlessly we went to our own room. Both exhausted sexually, we got under the blankets and cuddled. I fell asleep with Ashley's arms wrapped around me. I had never felt such warmth in my life. In her arms, life made sense.

SATURDAY FEBRUARY 8th: The final puzzle piece played

I woke up in the arms of Ashley. I rolled over and Ashley was awake, smiling at me. She leaned in and kissed me. She then looked at me and said, "That was a crazy night."

I smiled back and said, "Yes, and yet not my strangest of late."

"I suppose," Ashley said, "what did she mean about Miss Morgan?"

"I have been seducing Miss Morgan all week," I explained.

"She is gay?"

"I don't know if she is gay, but she definitely likes women," I said and then explained the whole week.

"Oh, wow," Ashley said, as the alarm went off. She then said reluctantly, "Well we'd better get up. If we are late Hopkins will crush us."

"Ok," I said and we got up. We got dressed and went to the living room.

Karen and Sabrina were not out yet, so we knocked on the door. Karen bellowed, "Come on in."

We did and were witness to Sabrina handcuffed to the bed, the butt plug still in her ass, as Karen was sitting on her face. It was an obscene, yet hot scene. "I'm almost done," she said.

We watched in silence until Ashley said, "We are going to be late."

"****," Karen said frustrated, and then began rubbing her ass all over her new slut. She then stood up and said, "You will be punished later slut for not getting me off in time." She then released her from her restraints and grabbed her clothes.

Sabrina looked at me humiliated before getting up off the bed, her face wet with Karen's juice.

I couldn't help but smile as I left and waited in the other room. A couple of minutes later, Karen and Sabrina both came out dressed and composed, and we silently headed to breakfast.

If I thought the week of practice was intense, or that Friday was ******** painful, that was nothing compared to what Coach Hopkins had in store for us. All morning was extreme conditioning and she was particularly hard on the rather tired and out of it Sabrina. By lunch, I thought I was going to die. After lunch though, we worked on our routine for States. It was so much fun. I don't know if Karen had talked to Coach Hopkins or not, but I was surprised to learn I was involved in all the routines, while the younger PomPom girls seethed on the sidelines.

I have never felt so a part of something in my life. It was so exciting to feel a part of a team; to be in the in crowd. We trained until 5:30 before we got on the bus and headed home exhausted.

The bus ride back was incredibly tame as we were all too tired even to talk. Ashley and I held hands in the dark and I fell a***** on her shoulder and was surprised to see the lights of town approaching when I awoke. When we arrived back at school, the four of us all went to Karen's car. Sabrina sat in the front, while Ashley and I sat in the backseat.

As Karen drove she said, "Well ladies, that was fun, and you all know that what happens at Cheerleading Camp, stays at Cheerleading Camp, understood?"

"Yes," we all replied in perfect unison.

The rest of the drive was shockingly silent, although I felt a sudden sweet warmth all over me when Ashley grabbed my hand. I gave her hand a squeeze to let her know I appreciated her.

Karen dropped me off first. I said, "Bye, thanks girls, it was fun." I blew them all a kiss and then headed into my house. I was exhausted but it was only eight o'clock. My Mom was not home, so I went upstairs and logged onto my computer. I checked my e-mail and then decided to see if Miss Morgan was on.

When I logged in I was happy to see she was on. I decided to see if she would contact me first. As expected she did:

Wanda87: Hi...you there?

Subinstockings: Yes, Mistress Wanda; just got home.

Wanda87: I looked for you last night...

Subinstockings: I was away with some friends.

Wanda87: I see.

Subinstockings: What are you wearing mistress?

Wanda87: just jeans and a t-shirt.

Subinstockings: I am in my cheerleading outfit.

Wanda87: You're a cheerleader?

Subinstockings: Yes.

Wanda87:I was one too.

Subinstockings: You were? Did you have any sexual experiences with your teammates.

Wanda87: In college, yes.

Subinstockings: Were you in charge? Or submissive?

Wanda87: Neither...it just happened.

Subinstockings: I see. I am also wearing stockings. Black ones.

Wanda87: With your cheerleading outfit?

Subinstockings: Yes. I like to dress provocativly.

Wanda87: I see.

Subinstockings: Can I please u in real life?

Wanda87: Umm...I don't know.

Subinstockings: U don't want me?

Wanda87: It's not that. It's just I have never done this before.

Subinstockings: Me neither...not like this. But I want to.

Wanda87: I want you too.

Subinstockings: I am tired tonight. I will be at Starbucks on Winter Street at 11:30am. I will be wearing my cheerleader's outfit. You won't be able to miss me. If you are not there, I will understand; if you are, I am your sub for the afternoon. Goodnight.

I then logged out before she could respond. I smiled. All my cards had been played, and played well, I think. I would find out tomorrow if I had won the jackpot.

Oddly, I went to bed thinking about Ashley even as I attempted to finish my seduction of Miss Morgan. I tried to forget about Ashley, about how good it felt to be in her arms, but the feeling of warmth still filled me with joy. The confusing emotions had my mind reeling and I was an emotional mess. I loved being Megan's slave, I enjoyed being Karen's slut, and I was enjoying and looking forward to finishing my seduction of Miss Morgan...yet, as I drifted to ***** all I could think of was Ashley. Ashley's body, Ashley's smile and how I felt when her arms were around me. As I faded into ***** I wondered, had this whole week of ********** and seduction ended with me falling in love?

THE END...for now...

SUNDAY FEBRUARY 9th: Mission Completed

I dressed in my cheerleader outfit and red thigh highs and headed to Starbucks, getting there fifteen minutes early. I ordered my ***** and bought one for Miss Morgan as well, and sat down at an open booth where I could see Miss Morgan when she arrived, if she arrived. I sat for ten minutes, fidgeting at my boldness. And at 11:28 Miss Morgan, dressed in a pretty, but conservative, blue dress and black pantyhose walked in the door. She surveyed the room and stopped, face aghast, when she saw me. She stood frozen for a few seconds before joining me at the booth.

I smiled, handed her a coffee, and greeted, "Hi, Miss Morgan"

She sat down tentatively and took the *****. I could tell her mind was reeling. She was clearly attempting to come to grips with the reality of the situation. Silence lingered between us. I waited for a response from her, my heart pounding.

Finally, in a whisper so soft I could barely make out her words, "I can't believe it is you, Jenny."

"Did you have no idea?" I asked.

"No, although based on the past week, I guess it makes sense," she said, still dazed. "H-h-how did you change so much, so quickly?"

I explained, "This may be hard to believe, but I found a Mistress and she opened up a whole new world to me."

Miss Morgan still looked completely out of her comfort zone. I could tell she was fighting her conscience. She took a nervous sip of her coffee, "Who is your Mistress?"

I smiled, I was pretty sure I had her, "Well my main Mistress is a neighbour of mine, Mistress Megan." I paused, making sure she was listening when I announced my other Mistress. I looked deep into her eyes, "My school Mistress, the one responsible for my sudden popularity is...."

"Karen," she whispered, putting two and two together.

"Yes," I confirmed, "How did you know that?"

"Just thinking about the week and how odd you were acting and I recalled Karen's smirks," Miss Morgan reflected.

I agreed, "Yes, Mistress Karen has been giddy all week with the thought of your seduction."

"Oh my God," Miss Morgan gasped, "Karen knows about this too?"

"Yes, it was her idea, but it is ok, Miss Morgan. Mistress Megan is in control of Karen too and there is one key rule to **********. Never, ever, please and tell."

Miss Morgan laughed and then caught herself. Her smile faded and a serious facade replaced it. "This can't happen Jenny. I am your teacher."

"If that is how you feel, Miss Morgan, I will respect that," I responded. "But, before you reject me, keep in mind I will never tell. I will be your perfect little pet. You know that I always strive to do the best at everything I do." I slipped my foot out of my shoe and allowed my foot to slide up my teacher's leg.

This startled her, but as I hoped, she did not move away or ask me to stop. Instead, she asked, already wavering, "But what if someone finds out?"

"No one will, Miss Morgan," I assured her, "Plus we are both consenting adults, free to ravish each other in any and every way imaginable."

A second gasp and a flush of red escaped Miss Morgan while she tried to deal with her conflicting emotions.

Attempting to push the envelope, aggressive even for me, I offered, "If you wish me to show my true loyalty to you Miss Morgan, I will crawl under the table and please you right here, right now."

"Oh Jenny," she said, flushed, "Stop that."

"Am I making you wet?" I queried, teasingly. She didn't answer as I allowed my foot to slide up a bit more, now under her dress.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" I asked.

"Not here," she got out.

I reached for my purse and pulled out a piece of paper. I asked, confident I was right, "When you were chatting with me the other day you said you couldn't stop thinking of a certain student. It was me, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Miss Morgan answered, not making eye contact with me.

"And," I began before pausing for dramatic effect, "you said and I quote you 'I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave'".

"Oh my God," she blurted, looking up, "Did I really say that?"

I handed her the transcript of our chat. She reread the entire conversation before finally speaking. "Ok Jenny, I did say that, but it was role play and I had no idea I was talking to an actual student."

My foot moved to within an inch of her pussy. Inside I was confident I had won. "Can we go back to your place?"

When Miss Morgan didn't answer, I moved my foot so it was touching her panty-covered crotch. "I, um, we can't, we just can't." To my surprise, she stood up and apologized, "Sorry, Jenny, I just can't do this." Before I could respond, Miss Morgan hastily made her retreat.

After she left, I finished my coffee, contemplating what went wrong. After a couple of weeks of living a very charmed life, I guess I was bound to fail. I texted Karen and told her of my epic failure. She didn't immediately respond, so I finished my coffee and went to the bookstore, my personal solitude whenever I was feeling down.

I went to the teen section and browsed the new titles. There is just something so exciting about holding a book in your hand. Looking at the cover, reading the brief summary on the back or inside the book jacket, and reading other authors praise the book. I spent an hour browsing through title after title, making a list on my Ipod touch notebook of books that caught my interest. If I bought every book I wanted to read, I would never have any money. I finally settled on a novel called Delirium. It was about a time in the future, where when you turn eighteen you have an operation to prevent a disease...LOVE. It sounded interesting and different from other novels, plus I was definitely struggling with the word LOVE. I loved my time with Mistress Megan, I loved my one time at the Le Chateau Club, I loved the attention I got at school now, I loved being submissive to Karen and I loved the thrill of the chase with Miss Morgan, even if I did fail. But mostly, although I wouldn't label it love, or lust either, my feelings for Ashley were different from anything I had ever felt before. I mean, I had greatly enjoyed my newfound submissiveness and all that followed, but my time with Ashley was different. I felt something more than just pleasure, something more than just the heat of the moment, something completely different and foreign. I couldn't explain it, or quantify it, but none the less it was embedded deep in my heart. I wanted to call her, but really had no idea what to say. How do you attempt to have a normal conversation the day after such a night of naughty and yet romantic sex? Even though I was pretty confident she felt the same way I did, how does one know for sure? Especially under the circumstances we began our relationship, me a cheerleading sub and all. Not to mention, even if we did start a taboo lesbian relationship, I already had not one but two Mistresses. Could I give that up? Did I want to give it up? These questions spun in my head like a tilt-a-wheel until I thought I might be sick.

I grabbed a fruit smoothie and a muffin, and sat down to read and relax. I wasn't three pages in when I heard a voice I knew. I glanced up from the novel I had just started and, sure enough, it was Miss Morgan ordering a ***** too, a bag of books in her hand.

She hadn't seen me yet. I contemplated the odds of seeing her again an hour later. Concluding they weren't good, I took it as fate's way of giving me a second shot.

Once she received her *****, a fruit smoothie as well, she turned around and saw me. I joked, "Fancy meeting a girl like you in a place like this."

She chuckled nervously. "Sorry for the hasty retreat this morning. I just needed time to think."

Realizing I might still have a chance, I asked, "Did you have time to think?"

She scanned the room, looking for I don't know what, before sitting down beside me. "Yes, I did."

She seemed to be struggling with what to say next. "And?" I questioned, attempting to lead her on.

"I can't get you out of my mind," she confessed.

Inside I was giddy with excitement, but outside played it cool, offering an olive branch. "The offer from this morning still stands, Miss Morgan."

She seemed to be attempting to process this when I decided to take a risk. I kissed her; a quick, yet passionate three-second kiss. As expected, she didn't break it. Instead I did and whispered into her ear, "I will be at the front of the mall in five minutes. If you want to take me up on my offer, pick me up. If you don't, I will catch the bus and head home." I bit her ear gently and allowed my hot breath to linger. She gave just the softest of moans, the evidence I needed to feel confident my seduction was working. Satisfied I had enticed her, I stood up and walked away. I was tempted to look back, but resisted.

I couldn't believe how excited and nervous I was while I waited to see if my boldness paid off. Two weeks ago I was too shy to even complain when my order was wrong at McDonald's. Now I had just propositioned my teacher. I checked the time, every few seconds, hoping I enticed her enough.

Just as I was beginning to think I had failed a second time, Miss Morgan pulled up. I got in the passenger side and she quickly sped off, like she was the getaway driver in a bank robbery.

Once on the road, she said, "I can't believe we are going to do this."

I attempted to comfort her and convince her she made the right decision. "Me either, Miss Morgan. I have wanted this to happen for a long time."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Miss Morgan, I began to think I might be a lesbian when I started taking your class. I began dreaming about you. I fantasized kissing you, touching you, pleasing you. I just never thought you might be interested in someone like me."

"Oh my God, Jenny, I have had inappropriate thoughts about you all semester. Way before you began to dress so provocatively. I loved how cute, innocent and pure you looked," my teacher confessed.

Insecurity hit me. "Do you mean you like the old me more?"

"No, but the old you was more the real you, don't you think?"

The conversation was getting very real. I knew I had changed a lot these past couple of weeks in all areas, but not once did I think it was a bad thing. Was I losing the real me? Was the old me even the real me? If not, who was the real me? These thoughts ricocheted around my head like a racquetball. I announced my sudden insecurities. "I don't know who the real me is anymore, Miss Morgan."

"Just do what you want to do Jenny. Don't do things for others' approval. You are a great young lady and have a bright future ahead of you."

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. It was strange to have someone tell me to be myself, especially when I no longer knew who that was. Finally, I spoke the only truth I knew for sure. "Miss Morgan I am still trying to figure out who I am. I don't know what I want to do next year, I don't know where I want to be next year, but I do know where I want to be right now." I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently.

Her face turned red and her breathing changed just slightly. "Jenny, are you sure?"

"Miss Morgan, I am unsure of many things in life. But when it comes to this," I paused, "I have never been surer of anything in my life."

We arrived at her house and pulled into her garage. Once parked, Miss Morgan seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do next. I moved my hand under her dress. Pantyhose blocked access to the pussy I now craved to sample. I leaned in and kissed her again, making sure she didn't have time for second thoughts. My tongue parted her lips and, although tentative at first, Miss Morgan kissed me back. I pushed my finger hard onto her covered crotch as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. It was passionate, it was gentle. It was exactly how I had imagined it so many nights while in my bed with just me and my fingers. I felt a tingle down below and finally broke the kiss. I began to unbutton her blouse. She stopped me, attempting to catch her breath, "Let's go inside, Jenny."

Attempting to push the envelope, "Yes, Mistress Morgan, anything you say."

She gave a slightly startled look, but didn't say anything as she got out of the car and led me into her house. Once inside, we went straight to her bedroom and it was now Miss Morgan's turn to surprise me. She pushed me onto her bed and crawled on top of me. She leaned in to kiss me. Her lips barely touching mine, she kissed me ever so gently. She followed the soft pecks by sucking on my lower lip. I had never been kissed like that and it was driving me crazy, making my pussy very damp. She moved down to my neck and gave soft nibbles and teasing sucks, spending enough time on each spot to potentially leave a hickey. Slowly she moved down my body and pulled me up so she could take off my shirt. "Oh, my," escaped her lips when she saw my tight white breasts, still bundled in my white lace bra.

I shivered slightly, suddenly cold, and feeling like prey to my salivating teacher. She kissed the tops of my breasts while reaching behind to unbuckle my bra and release my breasts. Once freed from their confines, Miss Morgan cupped both in her hands and looked like a ***** in a candy store. She spent at least ten minutes adoring my breasts. She kissed, nibbled, and sucked on my nipples. The tenderness and deliberate teasing had me on the edge of complete ecstasy, desperate to come soon. I whimpered, "Mistress, please let me come."

She bit my nipple, not hard, but hard enough to make a statement. "Princess, lay back and enjoy. I want to savour every minute of our time together." She bit my other nipple, before sliding her tongue down my belly. I had never had someone use her tongue in my belly button, but the feeling was shockingly erotic. Maybe because it was so close to my pussy, maybe because I was so horny or maybe it was simply another erogenous zone in my overactive horny body. Either way, when her head moved lower and under my cheerleader's skirt, I let out an excited moan.

Miss Morgan asked, "Is one of your orders no underwear?"

"Yes, Mistress Morgan," I responded, my breath giving away my anticipated eagerness.

"Please call me Cameron, Princess."

"As in Cameron Diaz?" I had to ask.

"The one and only," she whispered, her finger making just the slightest of contact with my pussy.

"Aaaaaah," I let out. "I thought your first name was Wanda."

"That is my middle name. I can't have people knowing my real identity online."

"That makes sense," I whimpered again, her finger teasing me.

"You have such a beautiful vagina, Princess."

She leaned in and under my skirt. I moaned in reply, as her tongue made contact with my pussy lips, "Thank you, Mistress Cameron."

Her tongue explored my whole pussy region. She slowly moved her tongue up and down my lips, lightly teasing me. Her tongue slid below my pussy lips and teased the crack of my ass. I wanted to see her, so I begged, "Can you take my skirt off, Mistress? I want to be able to watch you."

She moved out from underneath my skirt and, without a word, reached for my skirt. I lifted my ass to assist her and soon I was only wearing thigh-high red stockings. She smiled seductively before returning to my feverish pussy. She continued the slow meandering teasing, still avoiding my clit. I could feel juice beginning to leak out of me, her teasing driving me to the brink. My moaning began to increase with each lick of my teacher's tongue. Suddenly, just when I couldn't take it anymore, she slid a finger inside my pussy while at the same time taking my swollen clit into her mouth. In a second, I screamed, "Oh my fucking God, Miss Morgan, I'm coming." An electric jolt tore through my body as an orgasm exploded out of me and through me. Miss Morgan let go of my clit, but kept finger-fucking me as she licked the juices leaking out of me. Much to my surprise, the continued attention kept my body revved up and, as one orgasm simmered, a second began bubbling inside. I begged, "Oh yes, Mistress Cameron, don't stop, make me come again." A second finger slid inside me, joining the first, and I let out a squeal of delight. She again took my clit into her mouth and somehow licked it while at the same time sucking it in her beautiful mouth.

The sensation and the stretching of my tight pussy had me again on the verge of orgasmic bliss. To my surprise, Miss Morgan finally spoke, her words sending shivers through me, "That's it baby, come for teacher, come harder than you ever have, Princess."

Hearing my sweet, beautiful teacher order me to come was the final breaking point. My body shuttered to a second, smaller, but still gloriously beautiful orgasm. "Oh yes, Mistress, you are too good to me," I moaned, pure pleasure resonating inside me.

Miss Morgan pulled her two fingers out of me. She lapped up my juices for another minute, before sitting back up and moving beside me. Lying face to face with me, my juices coating her face, she complimented, "You have the most delicious pussy I have ever tasted."

The compliment sent a chill up my spine. I am sure I blushed as I responded graciously, "Thank you, I bet you taste divine yourself."

It was Miss Morgan's turn to blush. "I get very few complaints."

"I bet you don't," I teased, before asking, "Anyone I know get the privilege of pleasing you?"

Her face went from blissful to panic as she responded, too quickly, "Oh, no, no. I was just talking hypothetically."

Her reaction told me she had at least one lover and I wondered if it was someone I knew, but decided not to push it, deciding instead that it was time to return the favour. I attempted to be seductive, "Miss Morgan, is there anything I can do for you?"

I could tell she was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after what she had just done to me. I could tell she was trying to find a way to tell me what to do, so I decided to do it for her. I moved up and kissed her gently. I pulled her up and unzipped her dress. With a bit of a struggle, I took off my teacher's blue dress. I was then face to face with her beautifully firm breasts, barely being held inside her white lace bra. I kissed the top of her breasts while I fumbled with the buckle of her bra. Eventually, I released my teacher's large breasts from her fabric prison and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Miss Morgan moaned and I cupped, fondled and sucked on her large 'C' breasts for a long time, becoming completely lost in them. Finally, I moved down her body and slowly pulled off her pantyhose. I suggested, "Miss Morgan, for future reference, it is way easier to get to your appetizing pussy if you wore thigh-high stockings."

"I will have to buy some then," she replied, her breath already anticipating my tongue.

Once I had her pantyhose off, I slowly removed her pink undies. I returned between her legs, eager to taste her. Her pussy was not shaved nor really hairy, just natural. I buried my head between her legs. Her legs stiffened, anticipating my touch, but I teased, "Miss Morgan, can I eat your pussy?"

"Yes, Jenny, stop teasing me, I need to come so badly," she pleaded.

I obliged and began licking her pussy. Her scent was uniquely sweet and her pussy was already excessively wet. Her smell seemed to be caught in her pubic hair and held in like a pussy bouquet. I licked slowly and cautiously, her hair occasionally tickling my nose. I purposely avoided her clit as I wanted to linger between my teacher's perfect legs for as long as possible. I moved my tongue slowly up and down, occasionally between her lips. Her moans were constant from my teasing, and slowly began to increase. Suddenly, and much to my surprise, my sweet adorable teacher had a personality shift. She ordered, "Fuck Jenny, stop teasing me. Lick me like the little slut you are. Please your Mistress."

My pussy tingled, like it always seemed to when I was given a direct order, and I obeyed like I always do. My fingers went to her pussy and my mouth to her clit. Simultaneously, I began to lick her clit while I slid two fingers inside her very drenched pussy. I used my tongue to do small circles on her clit, while I pumped my two fingers in her like I was fucking her. Her moaning increased as did her dirty talk. "Oh yes, Jenny, finger-fuck me, make teacher come," or, "That's it Jenny, be a good student, get another 'A'," or "Oh yes, Jenny, you are a good little lez." It only took a few minutes and she screamed, "Oh my God, Jenny, oh my God, I'm coming Jenny, you're making teach come, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, oh my Goddddddd." Her legs tightened and her juices flowed from her delicious pussy. I continued lapping her pussy and savouring her perfect taste. Unlike every other girl I had pleased, her juices just kept coming and coming, like a faucet stuck on. Her orgasm lasted at least two minutes, while I continued pleasing her. Finally she screamed, "Aaaaaah," and pushed me away.

I looked into her eyes, surprised by her reaction, "Are you OK, Mistress?"

At first I was worried she was hyperventilating, her breathing was so intense, and she couldn't talk. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, through heavy breathing, "Sorry, Jenny, that was just too intense."

A chill filled me; I had obviously pleased her greatly. "Can I get you anything, Mistress?"

As she began to calm down she requested, "Can you get me a glass of water?"

"Of course, Mistress," I replied and went to her kitchen. As I poured her a glass of cold water, I caught my reflection in the microwave. I smiled. My hair was a mess and my lips had a shine. I shook my head. I was in Miss Morgan's house, naked, her cum on my lips.

I returned to Miss Morgan's room. She had not moved at all, but her breathing had returned to normal. I handed her the glass, and she sat up and took a long *****. I sat on the side of the bed, suddenly nervous, like I often was after sex was done. I was never sure what to say next. Everything that popped into my head seemed silly.

Miss Morgan broke the silence, "Jenny that was incredible. I didn't know I could come like that."

"It was my pleasure, Miss Morgan."

"Oh, it wasn't only your pleasure," she joked. I laughed, while she pulled me in and kissed me. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, which lasted minutes. When she finally broke it, I would have allowed it to continue forever, she said, "Jenny, wait here a minute."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, wanting to make sure she understood my complete obedience.

She went to her closet and, after pilfering around for a bit, returned with what appeared to be a long dildo. I looked at the toy, slightly perplexed. She smiled and asked, "Ever used a double- ended dildo?"

I shook my head no.

Getting aggressive, Miss Morgan pushed me onto my back and opened my legs. She rubbed the toy on my pussy and, without much effort, pushed the thick long dildo into me. After the toy was buried in me deep, she repositioned herself and I realized what the term double-ended meant. She inserted the other half in her own pussy and slowly moved herself closer to me. Soon the long dildo had disappeared almost completely. Miss Morgan repositioned herself again so that her feet were pressed against mine, both of our knees bent at a strange angle. "Now buck your ass back and forth Jenny. I want you to fuck both of us."

"Anything you wish, Mistress," I moaned, thrilled to be ordered to do something. Although awkward, I bucked my ass forward and let out a yelp as the dildo went deeper in me. Miss Morgan let out a similar yelp as I thrust the dildo deeper in her too.

"Fuck me Jenny, fuck me hard," she moaned.

Desperate to please her, I used my hands to balance myself and began bucking my ass back and forth, stimulating us both. A mixture of Miss Morgan's moaning and the sensation of the fucking had me horny as hell in a couple of minutes. I attempted to thrust in and out of her as fast as I could, eager to please her.

Her moaning increased and she began begging, "Don't stop, baby, harder, fuck me, yes, fuck me." I obliged, perspiration dripping down my face. I was close to the point of exhaustion, when thankfully she screamed, "Deeper, deeper, oh my, oh my, oh my, aaaaaaah."

Quickly, I pulled the toy out of us and dove between her legs, licking the delicious remnants of her orgasm. Just as suddenly, she pushed me onto my back, and slid the dildo back in me. She pumped the long, thick dildo in and out of me and demanded, "Come for me, baby, come for your teacher."

The deep penetration and fast pace had me close in less than a minute and when she leaned in and nibbled on my ear, I screamed, "Yesssssssss," and had small convulsions as another orgasm exploded through me.

Soaked in my own sweat, I lay exhausted on my teacher's bed, her sexy body lying next to me. Silence filled the room for minutes while we both recovered from our intense encounter. Eventually, she suggested she drive me home and reality set in. Tomorrow would come and we would see each other as student and teacher again. The awkward silence lingered a long time before I finally said, "Miss Morgan, I had a wonderful time."

"Me too," she responded nervously, "it's just...what now?"

"Nothing," I replied, "For all intents and purposes, this never happened. You will know and I will know and Megan and Karen will know, but the secret will die with the four of us."

"How do you know?" she asked, clearly fearing the truth coming out.

"I know. I have seen the power of Megan up close. She will not allow disobedience. Our secret is safe."

She gave a sigh of relief, but I could tell she still was nervous. We arrived on my block and she stopped a few houses down. I looked in her eyes and again confirmed, "That was amazing Miss Morgan."

She went red as she agreed, "Jenny, I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"Well, I hope it isn't a one-time thing," I concluded with a wink and closed the door, leaving her with the lingering foreshadow of more to come.

She drove away and I checked my phone messages. I had a text from Ashley. A chill went up my spine. As much as I enjoyed my time with Miss Morgan, there was something so special about Ashley that I couldn't even begin to explain my feelings.

From: Ashley Feb 09 1:33PM Subject: Hi Hi, give me a call when you get a chance.

I sat down on the sidewalk and dialled her number. With each unanswered ring, I got more and more nervous. On the fourth ring, I was just deciding to hang up when Ashley answered the phone.

"Hello," she said, her voice bringing yet another chill up my spine.

"Hi Ashley, it is Jenny," I greeted.

Her voice showed a bubblier than usual Ashley, "Oh, hi Jenny, thanks for returning my call."

"I wouldn't think of not returning it, Ashley."

"I am happy to hear that. What have you been up to today?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to give my true answer, but I was as honest as I could be. "I went out for coffee, went book shopping and visited a friend. You?"

"Cool. I slept in till noon and then finished writing my History essay. But I definitely need a break."

"I understand that. I get stir crazy if I am in my house all day."

"Me too," she giggled and paused. Finally she asked, the nervousness clearly present even over the phone, "So what are you doing tonight?"

"I have no plans, Ashley. What do you have mind?"

"Do you...um...would you like to see that 'No Strings Attached' movie with Ashton Kutcher?"

"I would love to. It's a date," I quickly replied, before realizing what I just said.

Luckily, she seemed to ignore my last words, her giddiness back. "Great, can I pick you up at 6:15?"

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.

"See you then, Jenny." Her voice said my name in a way that had me melting.

"See you tonight, Ashley," I replied and soon heard the dead air of a cell phone. I hung up the phone and considered the implications of tonight. Was it a date? A growing friendship? What should I wear? These thoughts bounced in my head while I walked to my house.

My thoughts were quickly dismissed when I noticed Karen's car in the driveway. I figured she had just arrived, and didn't think of it as anything remotely sinister.

Once I walked in my house and closed the door, Karen bellowed, "Get your ass upstairs, Jenny."

I obeyed and went to my room, which was empty. Slightly confused, I followed the female moans coming from my ******* room.

As I got closer, anxiety crept in. It couldn't be! There was no way Karen had seduced my ******.

Now, in a week of surprises, nothing could have remotely prepared me for what I was about to see.

My ****** was tied to her bed, with a toy in her pussy and my new best friend straddled over my Mom's face. From Karen's moans, it was obvious that my ****** was licking my friend's and Mistress's cunt. I watched in perverse curiosity and shock.

Karen had predicted she would get my ****** and, although I had doubted the prediction, I thought it may be possible, eventually, but I never expected this.

I stood there frozen for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a minute or two before Karen screamed, while rubbing her pussy all over my ******* face, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick your Mistress's cunt, yesssssss."

Karen collapsed forward and, although my ****** could not yet see me, I could see her face shining with pussy juice. I was mortified. I was shocked. I was mystified.

Karen looked up at me and asked with a purr, "I bet you are dying to know how this happened?"

I'm not sure dying to know would be the descriptor I would have used, but I was curious.

Karen ordered, "Mommy slut, tell your ******** how you ended up being my personal play thing."

Mom looked up and our eyes met. The look of *********** on her face was obvious. She let out a soft sigh, before apologizing, "I am so sorry, Jenny. I just couldn't resist."

Karen turned around and demanded, "Enough, Mommy slut. Just tell your ******** and my slave how you ended up submitting to me."

Mom broke eye contact with me and began....

The End for now...

Story Notes:
This story was tougher to write for me. In the end it is told both in the present, in the past and eventually as a flashback. To make the distinctions clearer the normal font is the past, the italics is the present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM'S STORY

Karen's cum glistening from my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress and my ********* cheerleading friend, to tell my only ******** how I came to be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina, and her friend straddling my face.

I began retelling the story, still handcuffed and lying on my bed, completely vulnerable in front of my ********. "I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that morning you became a cheerleader. She just seemed to have something about her I couldn't put my finger on. "

Luckily, as I began to tell my humiliating story of **********, Karen untied my wrists from their tight restraints. I thanked the 18-year-old, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, Mommy slut," she replied, my shame going another shade deeper.

I continued, "That said, I was way more baffled by my ********* transformation overnight than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend."

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump with the toy inside me.

I whimpered, and went on."But my attention began to shift without me even knowing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. As Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long forgotten tingle in my vagina, one that had been largely ignored since your ****** passed."

"Your what, slut?" Karen reprimanded.

"Sorry, Mistress, my cunt. I felt a tingle in my cunt. When you two were getting ready to leave, I couldn't believe that I purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen. When Karen kissed me on the cheek, ever-so-delicately, I felt a chill go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that Karen was flirting with me. Yet, instead of being flattered, I was mortified that I had allowed her to massage my feet and even more stunned that I both liked it and wanted her touch more. Once you two were gone, I went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one since your ****** died. Once my orgasm had faded, I was embarrassed by my impulsive actions and promised myself I would not let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me."

"You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed out, while beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.

"Y-y-yes, that is true," I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come. I continued telling my ******** my complete fall from grace, "Obviously I couldn't control my desire. When I came into Jenny's room the following day or two, whenever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a small crush on my ********* new friend and two, my ******** was a lesbian."

"How did you know that?" Karen led me on.

"At the time, it was just a hunch. As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips, but held back barely at the last second. But when you complimented me, 'Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,' I was putty. When I felt your hand just touching my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to rest. As watched you leave, my vagina, I mean my cunt, tingled uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold ***** of water, trying to ignore my inappropriately building fascination with my ********* 18-year-old cheerleader friend."

"Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?" Karen inquired.

"No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your scream and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room, I knew that my ******** was a lesbian."

"How did you conclude that?" Karen curiously asked, the toy now fully inside me.

"The sexual tension in the room and Jenny's ruby red cheeks implied she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should have said no, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and when I looked up, I could see your shaved cunt glistening. I instantly concluded my precious ********* face had just been between these legs. I then gave you a massage as requested, my own cunt beginning to uncontrollably leak into my panties. I couldn't resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt. Once done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and wanted to leave. Just as I was leaving, I glanced at my ********, who was staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice. Stunned and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room. I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my ******** was awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, imagining it was me between your legs, not my ********. I couldn't believe that instead of protecting my ******** against your powerful sexuality, I was envious of her lesbian opportunity."

"Do you want to cum, slut?" Karen asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I honestly replied.

"In front of your ********?" Karen continued attempting to humiliate me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, ashamed but defeated.

Pulling the toy out of me, a loud swish sound as it exited, she explained, "Well, once you are done, I will fuck you to an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by the 18-year old Domme cheerleader.

I continued, still avoiding eye contact with my ********, "So then, on the weekend, while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched Jenny's computer."

"Mom," Jenny gasped, "how could you?"

I looked at my ******** for the first time in a while, and answered apologetically, "I'm so sorry, honey. You know I have always respected your privacy, but with the changes in you and the changes in me, I had to know."

I could see the devastation of my betrayal in her eyes, oddly more than I had seen when she first saw me in this sexual predicament. She muttered, "I can't believe you would do that."

Karen ended the drama. "Enough with the pretented shock Jenny. You knew I was going to seduce and fuck your Mom, and you didn't do anything to stop it."

It was my turn to be shocked. "You did?"

Jenny, now on the defensive, said, "That's not true. Well I suppose it is, but I never in a million years thought you would actually succumb to her charm. It was just way too preposterous notion." She paused, looked at me with a facial expression that confused me, and went on, "But apparently it wasn't so preposterous after all."

My head was reeling with all of this new information, yet it didn't change anything. Whether Jenny knew or not, it was still me who submitted to Karen.

Getting back to the story at hand, my utter ********** to my ********* friend, I continued, "Anyways, as I searched Jenny's computer, I kept getting surprise after surprise. First, I found she frequently visited a website called Literotica and read almost exclusively lesbian fiction. I read some of the stories she had saved on her hard drive and many were similar, submissive lesbian stories. My ******** was clearly a lesbian, clearly submissive and clearly just beginning to learn about her sexuality. I have to admit when I read the story Training Teacher, I actually came hard, imagining myself as the teacher during that seductive parent-teacher interview. I copied the links to some other stories to read at a later date on my own private laptop before continuing to search her computer. I eventually found some saved chats. The more I read the more stunned and shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to right under my nose. I read chats from a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing my ******** and read later chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to submit to some stranger online."

Karen, always one for shock value, announced, "Do you know who Dr. Meg is?"

"No, idea," I replied, although I was very curious.

"Your next door neighbour," Karen revealed.

"No!" I responded, visibly shocked. Karen babysat for Meg. She had a young *****. It didn't seem possible.

"Yes," Karen rebutted, "isn't that so, Jenny?"

Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, "Yes."

"And actually, she is Jenny's and my Mistress," Karen revealed.

I couldn't imagine someone more powerful than Karen, as I responded, slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it, slut, you will soon be on your knees submitting to her too," Karen proclaimed.

Megan was a beautiful woman, one whom only a few days previously I had considered as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now, with my naughty side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, a powerful Mistress to please.

"Would you like to submit to Megan?" Karen asked.

"Do I have a choice?" I responded.

"We always have a choice," Karen pointed out.

I realized she was right. I could have prevented this ********** from occurring. But a dark side of me, a side I had held in check for a long time, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no going back. "Yes, I suppose so," I responded, trying to avoid being too committal.

Karen waved her hand dismissively, "We can talk about your ********** to your ********* Mistress later. Please continue your story."

I had to think briefly, to remember where I left off, before I continued, "Well, I decided I would have to confront Jenny when she returned from her cheerleading retreat, although I really had no idea how to go about it. I didn't want her to know I had been on her computer and reading her private stuff. Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated how I would deal with this. I still hadn't come up with a concrete plan I liked when she returned last night. I had planned to deal with it today somehow, but I guess that is rather irrelevant now."

"I would say so," Karen chuckled.

Ignoring Karen's chuckle and the implications that went along with it, I continued my story, "So, that night, I must confess, I spent hours online, reading story after story on the Literotica website, in the lesbian section. Occasionally, I would click on a story at the end of another story that had similar themes. This led me to the occasional group sex story and, I hate to admit it, a few ****** stories. It wasn't the ****** that turned me on, but the utter ********** of the ****** that did. For example, I...no, never mind."

"You can't start and then leave us hanging," Karen teased.

"No, it's not important," I responded, attempting to make it seem like it really was nothing.

"You don't want to be punished in front of your ********, do you?" Karen threatened.

"No!" I quickly responded, terrified at what the sexy but powerful teen might do. My face flushed with embarrassment, I admitted, "There was a story called 'Mommies Make Good Puppies' and it was about a ******** who dominated her Mom and made her her pet, like a puppy. I can't explain it, but such utter ********** had me so wet, I ended up fucking myself with a brush."

"You don't have toys?" Karen asked, flabbergasted.

"No," I admitted.

"Well, we will change that very soon," Karen promised.

"Ok," I agreed, although the smirk on her face had me slightly worried.

"So you fucked yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your ********'s pet?"

"No, no, no," I adamantly denied, "I got off on the utter **********, not the ****** part."

"Sure, sure," Karen responded, dismissing my reasoning.

"No, really," I countered, desperate to end this ****** talk, especially with my ******** in the room.

"Jenny, would you like a new pet?" Karen asked.

My mouth dropped open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the same mindset as me, "No."

"You sure? Mommy seems like she would be a good little pet. A very obedient little pet," Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even further.

Jenny shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

Karen shrugged, looking directly at me, "Whatever. So then what happened, slut?"

Thankful the awkward ****** conversation was over, I continued, "The next day I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica. I learned I could search my tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive, blackmailed, domination, teenager. I don't know how many times I got off that day, but it was more than a dozen."

"Wow," Karen responded, impressed, "When the dam breaks, it really breaks."

I blushed again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red forever. Ignoring her comment, I continued, "Which I guess leads us to today."

"Oh, yes it does," Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss.

I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling **********.

"Let's go, slut, I don't have all day," Karen prodded.

I let out a sigh and began, "So that leads to how I ended up here."

"And your final ********** as my slut," Karen gloriously added.

"Yes," I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I would look like I was on fire.

"Anyways, there was a knock on the door just before twelve. I was still in my robe, having a very lazy Sunday, quite frankly. I opened the door and it was Karen in her usual cheerleading costume. I told her that you were out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me. I invited her in, confused at why she would possibly be here to see me."

"But your cunt knew, didn't it?" Karen vulgarly proclaimed.

"I don't know. I don't think so, honestly. It didn't hit me at that moment what your intentions might have been," I admitted.

"So Karen came into my house and I offered her some iced tea. She agreed and I went into the kitchen to get some. Karen followed and sat down at the table. Once I had poured the iced tea, I returned to the table and sat down."

Karen pushed the toy fully into my cunt and demanded, "Close your legs, slut." I obeyed. The toy was now a major distraction.

I continued telling the humiliating story to my ********, although I changed my narration to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered it.

I asked, "What can I do for you Karen?"

Karen smiled, "I need some advice."

"OK," I replied, "What's your problem?"

"Well, you may have guessed this already, but I am a lesbian," she revealed, rather frankly.

I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made perfect sense, although my first thought was to ask if she made my ******** one too. "That is ok, my dear, this is 2011," I comforted, knowing this was a delicate situation.

"Oh, I know," she confidently responded, "It's just how do I tell my ******? She will freak!"

"Hmmm," I pondered, "I don't know, but I have found that honesty is always the answer, although at first there may be a rough patch."

"How would you respond if Jenny told you she was a lesbian?" Karen asked.

A week ago, it would have shocked me to my core. But now, I just assumed she was. The evidence was all there. "Well, I would support her, of course. I mean, being a woman in the world today is tough enough. Being a lesbian in a man's world is even tougher. I would hate for her to be an outcast or ridiculed because of her sexual orientation."

"So you would be ok with it?" Karen questioned.

"Yes, although I'd rather her be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff," I answered honestly, hoping that my ******** was just curious and not actually gay.

"It's 2011, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids," Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.

"Oh, I know," I agreed, but rationalized, "but it will still be tougher to live in today's society as a gay couple."

She shrugged, before asking me a question I was not expecting, "Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?"

"My goodness, no," I responded.

"Does such an idea disgust you?" Karen asked, her facial expression and tone showing I had offended her.

"Oh, no, no, no," I tried to recover, "It's just I grew up in a much more black and white time. You met a boy, got married, had kids, and so forth. Being a lesbian was like being from the wrong side of the tracks."

"So you have never thought another woman was attractive?"

"Oh sure, I mean I know when a woman is good looking. I have often compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my hubby checking out younger women."

"But you never were tempted to do anything with one?"

"No," I honestly answered, confused at how this conversation had shifted from being about Karen's coming out to my own non-lesbian lifestyle.

"Never?" she asked, her tone shifting in a way I can't explain, but implied she thought I was lying.

I too quickly responded, "No, never."

At that moment, Karen spilt her still half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader's top. "Oh ****," she cursed, "I'm so clumsy. If this stains, coach will **** me. I have already wrecked one this year."

Instantly in ******-crisis mode, I ordered, "Here, hand it to me. I'll throw it in the wash."

She quickly obeyed and stunned me even more when I learned she was not wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were directly in front of me. I stood still in a slight daze, staring at her breasts. Karen asked, her tone innocent and sweet, "Is anything wrong, Mrs. Wyatt?"

Her words brought me back to reality and I stammered, pretending her firm naked breasts had no effect on me, "N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I'll go and throw this in the wash."

I began to leave, but Karen said, "Stop. I got some on my skirt too." She quickly slipped out of her skirt and was now in only beige thigh high stockings and what appeared to be a pink thong. I wordlessly took the skirt and shirt and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. While I tossed the clothes in my washing machine, I tried to get my head straight. I couldn't erase Karen's breasts from my mind. I took a deep breath and chanted to myself, 'I am not a lesbian'. Finally confident in my self-control, I went back upstairs. Karen was still sitting at the kitchen table, still half-naked.

"I better go and get you a robe," and quickly went to Jenny's bedroom. I returned and handed her the robe.

She stood up, "Can you put it on for me?"

A strange request, but wanting her covered up to prevent the impact it was having on me, I obliged. My hands shook slightly as I was so close to this young girl who had caused me to question my sexuality. She stood still and once it was on, she turned around so she was eye to eye with me. She leaned in, I thought to kiss me on the lips, but instead kissed my cheek. A tingle spread to my cunt and I desperately tried to ignore it.

She excused herself to go to the washroom and I waited, the whole time trying to extinguish the fire that was getting hard to ignore. She came back down a couple of minutes later and sat across from me. She returned to our conversation, as if it didn't miss a beat. "So you have never...ever...thought about another girl sexually?"

"I didn't say that," I replied, attempting to make a joke about it.

"So, you have thought of a girl sexually?" she asked, her tone giving just a hint of flirtation.

"I imagine every woman has at some point," I responded, attempting desperately to make it seem casual.

"Ya think?" she smiled, as I confirmed to myself that she was indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation, the fire down below was getting harder to ignore.

I shrugged, desperately attempting to keep it casual, "Of course."

I heard a bump on the table and Karen curse, "Ouch, ****, I stubbed my toe again."

"Are you OK?" I asked, ******** instinct again taking over.

"I think so, can you come and take a look?" she asked.

Without thinking, I dropped to the floor and took her stocking foot into my hand. "I don't see anything hurt, Karen. I think you..." I began and, as I moved my head to look up, I saw her completely uncovered pussy, her robe casually falling to the side.

"Do you like what you see, Mrs. Wyatt?" Karen asked, her smile giving away any last innocence that may have existed.

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, thrown by the sudden shift in context.

"You heard me, Mrs. Wyatt, do you like looking at my cunt?" she asked, before adding "You sure seemed to the other day."

I began to stand up, but felt her hand on my shoulder. "Don't get up yet, Mrs. Wyatt. Take a good look at the cunt your ******** loves to savour."

Hearing her confirm my suspicions about my ******** sent a chill up my back, but I obeyed and stayed on my knees staring at the teen's shaved cunt. It looked so inviting. I couldn't explain it, but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to taste my ********'s friend's cunt. I knew I should stand up, end this silliness right now, but instead I just stared like a teen boy at his first strip show.

"You want to savour it too, don't you, Mrs. Wyatt?" she teased, opening her legs wider.

I didn't say anything, although the fact that I was on my knees, in my kitchen, staring at her cunt, was probably the answer already. I tried to resist, to stand up, but I couldn't. I was helpless and completely at the whim of this beautiful 18-year-old.

"Answer me slut!" she roared, startling me completely.

Being called a slut should have brought me back to reality. I was definitely not a slut. But instead the harsh derogatory name had my pussy getting damper. I stammered like a shy fool, "I-I-I-I don't know."

"You don't know? Really?" she teased, sliding her finger inside her cunt. I watched in voyeuristic awe as she pumped her finger in and out. After a few seconds, she pulled it out and brought it towards my lips.

Without even thinking, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. She pulled her finger back a bit, although her scent lingered just above my nose. "Beg to suck my finger," she ordered.

I again could have prevented this; stopped my humiliating fall, but all I wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice. "Karen, can I please lick your finger?"

"Are you sure?" she questioned, the sticky finger just lingering there in front of me.

Each question slowly weakened me, "Yes."

"Yes what?" she asked.

"Yes, Karen?" I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say.

She explained, "As soon as your mouth touches my finger, you are mine. I will be your Mistress and you will be my slut. My cunt. My lez. Is that understood?"

The harsh reality she presented me had me reconsider my desire to submit to her. I was not a lesbian! Or a cunt! While I pondered this, she put her finger back in her cunt, coating her fingers with her juice. She brought it to my lips, and said, raising the temptation ten-fold, "Just so you know what you will be missing if you decline."

As soon as her finger touched my lips, I extended my tongue and tasted the forbidden fruit. I didn't know what I thought it would taste like, but one subtle taste and I craved more. I moved to satisfy my craving, but she again moved it away.

"So you are ready to submit to me completely?" she asked.

"Yes," I whimpered without hesitation, my panties now sticky with my own fluid.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress," I announced, officially committing to a position I didn't yet completely comprehend.

She rewarded me by putting her finger at my lips. "Good slut, clean my finger."

I obeyed, eagerly, like a puppy being rewarded for doing a trick. I savoured her juice, using my lips and tongue to get every drop of juice from her finger.

Once done, she asked, "Do you want to get some directly from the source, Jenny's Mommy?"

Throwing in my ********'s name was obviously used to shame me even more, but I was in far too deep to back down now. My eyes stared at the wet, shining pussy directly in front of me. "Yes, Mistress," I submitted.

Karen repositioned herself so her pussy was at the end of the chair and only inches from my face. "Do you like what you see?" she teased.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, a slight moan escaping me.

"Are you wet, slut?" she questioned.

Humiliated, I shook my head in the affirmative.

"Give me your panties," she demanded, before adding, "actually, get naked slut."

Mortified, I stood up, pulled open my robe and allowed it to drop to the floor. In only my nightie and panties, I felt instantly vulnerable. No one had seen me naked since my husband passed. I trembled like a **** addict going too long without a fix as I struggled to get my nightie over my head. Once in only my panties, I hesitated.

"The panties too, slave."

The word slave had extra leakage dampening my panties for some unfathomable reason. I obeyed and she took my panties. "Holy ****, slut, you are soaking wet! Why?"

"I don't know," I honestly answered standing naked in my own kitchen.

"Don't you?" she teased, pulling my hand, implying I should fall back onto my knees. Once on my knees again, she added, "I think you know exactly why you are wet. You want to be my slut, a lesbian sub just like your ********. You are in exactly the same position your precious little dyke ******** was just a few days ago...on her knees between my legs in this very house. Are you ready to submit completely?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will do anything," I admitted, attempting to ignore the humiliating reality she kept reminding me I was in.

"I like that. I like that answer very much," she purred. "Go ahead slut, taste your prize."

I leaned forward, full of trepidation, slowly. The closer I got to her wet cunt the more *********** I got with the scent alone. Finally, after so many years, I finally tasted my first pussy, and as soon as I did, I knew there was no turning back. I licked slowly at first, but once her pussy got wetter from my tongue and the juices began to leak, I became determined to get more and more juice. I licked and I sucked. I probed her pussy lips with my tongue, penetrating her pussy with my tongue, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside her cunt. Her whimpers became moans, and after a few minutes of random licking and sucking, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me in deeper. I was soon rewarded for my eagerness with an explosion of her cum coating my mouth, lips and nose. She held my face tight against her pussy till long after her orgasm had subsided. Once done, she said, "Well, you are an eager little beaver, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, oddly thrilled by her approval, my face sticky with her cum.

"Crawl to your bedroom, slut, we are just getting started," she informed me.

My pussy tingled with anticipation at the pleasure I desperately wanted to feel. I fell onto all fours like a dog and began crawling to my room like a puppy, *********** and desire tearing me apart. She followed me.

Once in my room, she demanded, "Get on your bed, slut and stay on all fours."

I obeyed and watched, both disappointed and nervous as she left my room. My nerves suddenly came flooding back as I wondered where she was going. She was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing, a strap-on cock. I briefly wondered where she would have gotten such a toy, but decided it no longer mattered.

She got on the bed, "Does my slut want to be fucked?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, wanting nothing more, partly because it had been so long since I had been fucked and partly because of the utter ********** I was feeling at the hands of this powerful cheerleader.

Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit, definitely hornier than I had ever been in my life. "My, my, you really are one horny bitch. Hard to believe you are a dyke virgin. Well, your ******** was too until just over a week ago."

Every time my ******** was mentioned, my shame doubled, yet no matter how much I knew I should stop this before it went any further, my desire to come or please overtook it.

Without warning, she thrust the plastic cock deep inside my wet pussy and I screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaah, yes."

While holding the cock deep in my cunt she asked, "Who owns you?"

My only desire was to come and the only way to come was complete ********** to this radiant, beautiful, powerful teenager, so I answered, "You are, Mistress."

One quick thrust out and back in increased the sensation in my cunt. "And you will do anything I ask, my dyke?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything," I whimpered, just wanting her to fuck me, ignoring the unknown consequences of such a commitment.

Three quick thrusts assaulted my pussy, bringing quick pleasure I barely remembered ever feeling.

"Beg to come, slut," my new Mistress ordered.

Propriety long out the door, I pleaded like a nasty whore, "Oh Mistress, fuck your slut, she needs to come so baaaaaaad."

Seemingly content with my words, she began to fuck me, hard and fast, with purposeful thrusts that filled my pussy. Each hard plunge into me had me wetter and closer to my much needed orgasm. As my moans got louder, she suddenly pulled out and ordered, "Get on your back, slave!"

I quickly did, assuming she planned to continue fucking me. Instead, I watched as she tied my wrists with her thigh high stockings to my bedposts. I stared at her in utter horror as my helplessness increased, as did my desperate desire to come. Once she had me tied to the bed, she took off the strap-on and left the room, without a word. Frustration filled me both at my weakness and my need to come. I waited over forty-five minutes at least before she came back in ******** a glass of water and texting on her cell phone. Before I could react, she took a picture of me in the most vulnerable and humiliating position I had ever been in.

She shrugged, "Just in case my slut ever decides to deny her place on her knees as my slave."

She put the water down and left again. I wondered if my *********** would ever end and suddenly realized that Jenny could be home soon. I called out, "Mistress, please untie me, Jenny could be home any minute."

Luckily, I thought, Karen came back in, but in her hand now was a vibrator. She walked over and none too gently shoved it in my cunt. I whimpered, my desire to come overriding my worry instantly. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt onto my lips. I began licking, as I assumed she expected, when I heard the door open.

Calmly, Karen explained, "Be a good slut, whore, and I will allow you to come. But there is no reason to hide your new role from your ********. She has a similar role. Like ********, like ******, I suppose."

Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I heard Karen call out, "Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!" Karen rubbed her pussy on my face, using my face and lips to get herself off. I licked as best I could in my ********** state for another couple of minutes until I heard Karen scream, way over the top, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick your Mistress's cunt, yesssss!" She collapsed forward, her cum dripping onto my face.

I lay still, worried my ******** was in my room, yet distracted by the toy inside me. My worry was confirmed when Karen purred, "I bet you are dying to know how this happened?"

My ******** was obviously stunned, as I did not hear one word escape her lips. The silence was broken by my new Mistress, our Mistress, who demanded, "Mommy slut, tell your ******** how you ended up being my personal plaything."

"Which leads me to now. I am so, so, so sorry, Jenny," I apologized with both my words and my eyes.

Jenny stared at me, clearly stunned by what she had heard and witnessed.

Karen pushed me back onto my back and began pumping the toy in my pussy. My long pent-up stress and much needed orgasm took control and I again became not Jenny's Mom, but rather Karen's slave. "Oh yes, Mistress, please keep fucking me."

"Are you ready to come, slut?" Karen questioned, testing me in front of my ********.

"Yes, Mistress, I need to come so bad," I begged. She left the vibrating toy lodged in me while she quickly tied my wrists to my bedposts again.

"In front of your ********?" she questioned.

The answer should have been a clear no, yet my need to come superseded logic and my ******** heard me moan, "Yes, Mistress, in front of my ********. Make me yours completely in front of my ********."

Karen returned between my legs and resumed pumping the toy into me and the second she leaned in and took my clit into her mouth, I shuddered and screamed as my long-awaited orgasm followed, "Oh yes, Mistress, I am comiiiiiiiiing!"

Karen kept my clit in her mouth through my entire orgasm, easily the most intense and fulfilling orgasm I had ever felt. Yet, as soon as the orgasm was done, shame overwhelmed me. I had just submitted to my ********'s friend in front of my ********. I was mortified. I tried to move but realized I was still tied up. I asked, "Can you untie me, please?"

Karen asked Jenny, ignoring me completely, "How was your day, Jenny?"

Finally hearing her speak again, she said, "I accomplished my task, but it was quite a challenge."

"You fucked Miss Morgan?" Karen bluntly announced.

"Yes, Mistress," my ******** replied, sounding identical to me. I was double shocked. First, at hearing my ******** call Karen Mistress like I had been doing all day and secondly learning my ******** had seduced her teacher, assumedly the one I had read about online.

"I want to hear all the juicy details," Karen said.

"Of course, Mistress, but can we go to my room? I have to also get ready for a date," my ******** announced. I was instantly curious about my ********'s date. A couple of weeks ago, I thought I knew everything about my ********, but now I felt like I didn't know her at all.

"With who?" Karen asked, her curiosity also piqued.

"Ashley," Jenny revealed, her voice implying her insecurity, which I still could recognize.

Karen got off the bed, leaving the toy still in me, grabbed my ********'s hand and began to leave my room. When she reached the door, she turned around and looked at me and ordered, "Stay," and left, laughing out loud.

I lay there stunned, humiliated and exhausted. How would I ever be able to show my face to my ********? How would I regain her respect? My mind replayed the past couple of hours in my mind, and I was mortified by what I had done. What had I agreed to? What had I become? Each simple fall of my ********** flashed in my head. My shame slowly simmered as the buzzing in my cunt began to take control. I sighed, knowing I was no longer in control. I closed my eyes, awaiting the unknown....

The end....

Note 1: As always a great thanks to Estragon for his copy-editing of my work. His countless hours editing mine and other writers' work is critical to the quality work available on this website. Another thanks to LaRascasse for his thoughtful suggestions.

Note 2: A special thanks for the patience of my readers as this series has been a labour of love for me. And although I spend a lot of time on all my stories, this series is the one closest to my heart and thus I don't release a chapter until I am completely satisfied with it (Although I cringe when I read Chapter 1 and think about all the changes I would make now). Thus the story you are about to read is draft six and is substantially different from draft one. So I'm again sorry for the lengthy delay between chapters and I hope you enjoy.

Once in my room, I tried to erase the shocking scene I had just witnessed from my mind. I simply couldn't believe my ****** had sexually submitted to one of my friends...even though Karen had hinted at it over and over again.

Karen, still pretty much naked, said smugly, "I told you I could get her to submit."

"So you did," I replied, unsure how I was possibly going to deal with talking to my Mom now that both of our naughty secrets had been spilt in such a revealing way. I was mortified by how my ****** had found out about my sexual identity and I was stunned by her own story of **********. I hadn't really had time to process all this information before I had to get ready for my first date ever.

"She was even easier than I thought she would be," Karen said with a smile.

Trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about my ******'s sex life, I reminded her, "I finished my seduction of Miss Morgan."

"I can't fucking believe it," Karen responded, clearly surprised by my success. "Do tell."

I retold the whole ordeal from the initial rejection, to the hands of fate bringing us back together, to the inevitable climax when I went back to her place.

"Wow," Karen said, impressed, "you are both the hunter and the prey."

I shrugged.

"The question is which of those are you tonight?" Karen questioned.

I reflected on the question. In every other sexual encounter it was clear that I was the submissive, other than my seduction of Miss Morgan, I suppose. But this was different. "I don't know."

Karen's phone rang and it was her Mom. "I'm at Jenny's. What? I was? Fine, I am on my way." Karen hung up. "Apparently I was supposed to babysit my little brother ten minutes ago. I have to go. I guess I better go and untie your Mom."

"Good call," I replied, shaking my head at the obvious absurdity of my Karen's last sentence.

She left and I in a tizzy over what to wear, how to act, and scared to deal with my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the per*** who started it all, for advice.

I knocked on her door and was thankful when she answered. Her genuine smile told me she was happy to see me. "Well, hi Jenny. Max is going to freak out."

A second later that prediction came true when Megan's *** Max attacked my legs screaming, "Wenny," It took fifteen minutes of playing before he calmed down and I promised, "I will come back and play in a bit, but I need to talk to your Mommy, ok?"

"Ok, Wenny," he agreed, watching some kid TV show I no longer was cool enough to recognize.

Megan had poured iced tea for us and asked, "What is bothering you, Jenny?"

"How do you know something is bothering me?" I asked.

"Am I wrong?" she asked, her hand falling on my knee.

I unloaded all the sordid details of my life, the good and the bad and the preposterous and my fear of how to deal with my Mom after what I witnessed and she learned about me and my upcoming date.

Megan listened without interruption before responding. "Well, that is a lot for any eighteen-year-old to deal with. But I am more concerned about Susan."

"My Mom? Why?" I asked.

"Well, sure your Mom found out you are a lesbian, but she was just humiliated in front of her only ********, who has since left the house without talking to her. I can only imagine how emotionally unstrung she must feel right now," Megan pointed out.

"I am such a bad ********." I sighed, tears beginning to form.

"No, you are an amazing young lady who is finally coming to grips with who she is sexually. But you are lucky you found out when you were eighteen; Susan is just learning now. You followed your natural instinct when crisis or upheaval comes unexpectedly....fight or flight, and you chose flight."

"I need to go," I acknowledged.

"Yes you do. But remember she is probably very fragile right now. Although she is the adult, right now it is your turn to be there for her. Talk to her. Listen to her. Let her help you with our date," Megan instructed me, her maternal side flowing out of her...no evidence of the sexy seductress she was.

"Ok," I agreed, standing up, although still scared for the conversation I had to have.

"Jenny, I am always here for you. I am a friend first, a Mistress second, although I wouldn't mind seeing you soon for the latter," she smiled, implying she missed the intimacy we shared.

"I would like that," I agreed and Megan wrapped her arms around me for a warm embrace of security.

"Thanks," I said, when the long embrace ended.

"You are welcome, Jenny. I will always be here for you."

I left and returned home. I paused at my front door, still unsure what to say. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to have a conversation I never in a million years thought I would have.

Mom was vacuuming, which shouldn't have been a surprise. When she is stressed, she cleans even if the house is already spotless, which it was as yesterday was her usual cleaning day. I don't think she even heard me come in until I said, "Hi, Mom."

She turned round and the sheer fear in her eyes broke my heart. I was originally petrified to tell my Mom my true sexual identity and now it was Mom worried about having a similar conversation with me. Her first words were, not surprisingly, an apology. "Jenny, I am so, so, sorry you had to witness what you did."

I replied, moving towards her, "I am sorry too. I unleashed her on you. I am to blame."

"Oh honey, you are not to blame for my weakness and my loneliness," she replied, tears already beginning to stream down her face.

Smiling, I officially came out to my ******. "Well Mom, in case you had any lingering doubts. I like girls."

"Only girls?" Mom asked clearly digging deeper without obviously digging deeper.

"Yes, only girls. I have accepted that I am a lesbian, but was too scared to tell you," I admitted.

"Why?"

"I just thought you are already a single ****** trying to raise a ***** on your own, the last thing you needed was to learn I was a lesbian."

"Honey, I love everything about you. You know that, right?" Mom asked, her tone heartfelt, and concerned.

"Oh Mom, I know. It was a silly insecurity, but I have only explored my curiosity very recently," I explained.

"I understand," she said, before adding with a sad smile attempting to lighten the heavy mood, "I too have only recently explored my curiosity."

"Touché," I quipped back, before adding, "It is ok, Mom. You are allowed to have sex."

"With my ********* friend?" Mom asked, mortified by her actions.

"Well, it is not the most orthodox choice, but you really had no choice. Karen is utterly irresistible," I comforted her with saying the truth.

"And to be treated like a, like a, like a...." Mom couldn't even finish the sentence.

"It's ok, Mom. I am a sub too."

"But I am your ******!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself with even guilt for her actions.

"I know. But I am an adult too," I pointed out.

"I try to forget that." Mom smiled. "It's tough seeing you grow up and not need me anymore."

"Oh Mom," I said, giving her a hug, "I will always need you."

After a silence, Mom asked, "Well, now what?"

"Well, no more secrets," I suggested.

"Agreed," Mom concurred.

"Can I suggest something?"

"Sure, honey."

"You should go talk to Megan," I suggested.

"Ms. Cameron?"

"Yes, my real Mistress," I said and told Mom everything that had transpired the past few weeks.

Once I had finished, Mom was silent before she finally said, "I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Mom, you just have to support me."

"Of course, honey," she softly replied, "it's just this has been a lot to digest in one day. Both my predicament as well as learning my ******** is gay."

"I know, Mom," I replied. Looking at the clock, I freaked out. "Shoot, I am suppose to meet Ashley in twenty minutes and I haven't even started getting ready."

"Well, what can I do?"

"Drive me," I asked.

"Of course, honey," she chuckled.

"What?"

"When the day started if someone would have told me I would be driving my ******** on a date that would have surprised me. That it was a date with another girl would have surprised me even more. Yet, after all that has happened today...."

"I know Mom." I smiled."I know." I gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before I hurried to my room and rifled through my closet. What to wear on my date? If it was a date? Was it a date? Or was it two friends going to a movie? Time being my enemy, I didn't have time to analyze what it was or wasn't and focused on what to wear. I decided to stick to my more provocative style I had worn since my transformation. A long plaid skirt, thigh high stockings and a white blouse. My hair wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.

I quickly texted Megan:

Mistress Megan,

I talked to Mom. I think we are cool if that is possible after today. Could you please check on her. She knows about you and I.

Pet Jenny

Megan texted back while I was in the car with my Mom:

Pet Jenny,

Oh my... she knows. How is she taking it?

Meg

I typed back:

Mistress Megan,

Fine...I think. I just think she needs an adult to talk to.

Pet Jenny

She responded:

Will do, sexy.

Meg

We drove in silence to the theatre while I texted. Once I put my phone away, Mom asked, "Who you texting?"

"Mistress Megan," I admitted.

"Mistress," she repeated, still attempting to come to grips with what she had done, "I can't believe how many times I have heard or said that word today."

"Tell me about it," I joked, before warning "I asked Mistress to check on you."

"You did?" she asked, instantly going red.

"Yes, she can help you sort out all your feelings like she did for me," I explained.

"But she seduced you," Mom pointed out.

"She opened the door to who I am," I corrected. After a brief pause, I added, "Plus, although she is a Mistress, she is above all a compassionate woman. Promise me you will talk to her if she comes over or invites you over."

"Ok," she reluctantly agreed.

At the theatre, Mom smiled. "Call me if you need me to pick you up."

"Will do," I smiled and have her a quick hug, like I had always done.

I watched her pull away and my anxiety instantly grew. Considering all I had done the past couple of weeks, and the fact that Ashley and I had already had sex, albeit under strange circumstances, I was incredibly nervous. I entered the theatre and saw Ashley already there. She too had on a plaid skirt, black stockings and a pink blouse. She looked so adorable, so sweet and yet so sexy. I felt a chill go up my spine just looking at her. I could tell though, that like me, she was nervous.

I walked over to her and she handed me a ticket. "I got here early to make sure we got tickets," she said, handing me my ticket.

"Good call," I replied, before adding wittily, "two great minds think alike."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"We could be fashion twins," I joked.

"I wanted to try to pull off what you have been lately," her tone implying flattery.

"Well, that you did," I confirmed, "you look adorable."

"As do you," she returned the compliment.

"Well, it's settled. We both look adorable."

"Agreed," she laughed, her smile so radiant. "We are two hotties."

"Damn right," I laughed. "Now let's go get some snacks."

We waited in line and talked about cheerleading and the upcoming competition in three weeks. Ashley flattered me. "I can't believe how quickly you learned all our routines."

"Well, Ms Hopkins scares me. She is a drill sergeant."

"True, but she has a heart of gold underneath that intense exterior," Ashley pointed out.

I complimented her back. "And you are the silent leader of the group."

"Not really," she said, uncomfortable with getting praise.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Seriously, this group would be lost without you."

Suddenly there was silence as I carelessly made the first move by accident and in case I had any doubts if this was potentially more than a date it became obvious by the nervous awkwardness of the moment. Before I had time to consider this, the cashier called next and I let go off her warm hand and smiled, "What would you like?"

The moment passed, we ordered a big tub of popcorn to share and a couple of ******. Once in the theatre and seated, we both had time to consider our feelings. We each grabbed some popcorn and ate as a way to avoid the awkward conversation that we both were obviously insecure about. Suddenly my phone rang and it was a text from Karen.

Karen: Have u fucked her yet?

I went instantly red.

Ashley asked, "You ok?"

"Yes," I replied, putting my phone on vibrate.

"Are you really going to the prom with Troy?" Ashley asked.

I shrugged. "It happened so quick. One moment I am a shy, nerdy outcast, the next a popular cheerleader. I never really had a chance to catch my breath. We have not even talked other than at school."

"Do you want to?" she asked, her facial expression so insecure.

"I don't know. I have never had a boy interested in me, but now that I do I realized something," I admitted, after a brief consideration.

"What is that?" Ashley asked, anticipating my every word.

"I am not really interested in boys. "I threw the hint out there, scared to declare my confirmed lesbian status, yet hinting at it in a way to say I was available to her. After a brief silence, I asked, "Are you going with anyone?"

"I was supposed to go with Dixon, but we broke up last night," she revealed, seemingly opening the door for me the same way I had for her.

"Oh," I replied, "how did that go over?"

She smiled, clearly not heartbroken by the ending of the relationship. "He told me I was a cock-tease, a bitch and that I would regret dumping him."

"You dumped him?"

This time her hand went to mine and she revealed, "I have fallen for someone else."

My face flushed again and I was briefly speechless. After a lingering silence where the silence spoke wonders, I asked, tentatively, even though every sign screamed yes, "Me?"

"Yes, you, Jenny," she admitted, playfully slapping my shoulder. "I always questioned my sexuality, and the fact that I never remotely wanted to have sex with Dixon only enhanced my doubt of my true sexuality. Dixon and I never had intercourse. I gave him head a few times, but that was it and I can't say that was even remotely appealing." After a pause she added, "Other than the odd fooling around with the girls in hotels at cheerleading competitions, I am rather inexperienced."

"I was too, until very recently," I admitted, hoping to make her less insecure about her lack of experience.

"Jenny, I like you, I mean I like-like you," she admitted nervously, putting her heart on her sleeve, her cheeks ruby red.

I didn't hesitate when I repeated her words, "I like-like you too, Ashley."

Her eyes lit up, her cautious smile broke wide open and ignoring the quickly filling theatre, she leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was soft and tender; cautious and sweet. It only lasted a few seconds, five maybe, before we broke it realizing the setting for such intimacy was not ideal.

Our feelings now out in the open, we had a full movie to silently consider the repercussions of our declarations to each other. I assume Ashley pondered how her very Christian family would take the news, while my worries went in a completely opposite direction. Even though Karen already approved Ashley's and my relationship, I pondered how to deal with having two Mistresses and a girlfriend? Did I actually have a girlfriend? Just a couple of weeks ago I was a virgin and unsure of my sexuality and now I was very confident of who I was. The lights dimmed, the first of many trailers began and I suddenly was nervous to reach for popcorn. I wanted to just hold her hand, but even after our declarations and our kiss, I was nervous.

After the first trailer, which I could tell you nothing about as my head ping-ponged inside over my insecurity and excitement, Ashley, sensing my anxiety asked, as she purposely dropped a couple of pieces of popcorn down her very nice cleavage, "Do you want some popcorn?"

I blushed like I had so many times this past several months. "I would love some."

I glanced around slyly, nervous of others seeing before I leaned over and retrieved the popcorn pieces that were lingering on the top of her small but well-showcased breasts. I returned to my upright position as Ashley pointed out, unbuttoning one, then two, buttons on her blouse, "Jenny, you missed a piece."

My mouth dropped open slightly before I quickly leaned over and retrieved the lost popcorn piece from right between her breasts in her white lace bra. I felt a rush, as I sat back up and chewed thoroughly the lucky piece of popcorn. Ashley didn't fix her blouse as she offered me popcorn the traditional way and returned to watching the movie with a sexy smile on her face. I took some popcorn and, suddenly relaxed, I watched the trailers.

A few minutes into the movie, Ashley put the popcorn bag down and entwined her fingers between mine. A chill electrified my spine and a sweet warmth filled my body.

The next hour and half, give or take, was the simplest and most amazing of my life. Everything just made sense. We watched the movie, both of us content to just be together with our declarations and the indescribable warmth that goes with it. Neither of us ever touched the popcorn again, neither of us willing to let go to the security that went with just holding hands.

As the credits inevitably ended, I felt a wave of disappointment, not because the movie was done, but because our first date, this small ripple of perfect time was ending. Real life was so much more complicated than any one small moment of bliss that always ended. Instantly, even as we both sat quietly as the credits rolled, I wondered: now what?

Eventually, we were the only two left in the theatre when Ashley finally spoke, breaking the lengthy awkward silence, "So I guess we didn't eat much of the popcorn."

The words came out of my mouth without thinking, "That wasn't what I was hungry for."

A second later, when I realized what I had just said, I apologized. "I am so sorry, I don't know why...."

My apology was stopped mid-sentence by Ashley's soft lips.

Her tongue parted between my lips and we were soon in a tender, passionate kiss like nothing I had ever experienced. I imagined the fireworks above my head exploding like in the movies as yet another chill of pleasure slid up my spine. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a minute before the lights began to flicker. Ashley asked, "Do you want to come over to my house for a bit?"

"Sure," I eagerly agreed, my loins on fire even though I assumed there was no way we would be able to do what I was craving.

Ashley took my hand, entwined our fingers again and led me out of the theatre. A couple of people noticed, but I didn't care. I was a lesbian and I no longer wanted to pretend otherwise. In a move totally unlike the old me, I even blew a kiss to a guy who was watching us.

In the car, we drove in silence, both of us content with what we had shared and admitted, although I was nervous and excited at the possibilities of a relationship. It was hard to believe that this day started with me attempting, failing and then succeeding in seducing Ms Morgan, was followed by me walking in on my ****** being dommed by Karen and now I was potentially in a real relationship. It was all so surreal, the kind of stuff you read on Literotica, not the stuff that actually happens...yet it all had happened and this crazy day was not yet over.

Pulling into her driveway, Ashley announced news that instantly sparked a fire down below, her tone implying she was thinking the same thing I was. "My parents are at some charity event and won't be home till late."

In the house, she suddenly was nervous and unsure what to do. I tried to help by asking, not so subtlety, "So, where is your room?"

Her face went red, but it seemed to be the tiny push she needed. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. On the wall were posters of various eighties bands. She apologized, "Sorry, I love the eighties."

"Me too," I said, and began singing, "Wake me up before you go-go, don't leave...."

She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to fade.

Exhausted and giggly, I fell on her bed. She looked at me. I smiled and teased, "Come over here Ashley, I don't bite...hard."

She laughed nervously, but joined me. I looked into her eyes and she mine and I leaned in for the kiss. She closed her eyes and our lips touched. When we first had sex at the cheerleader's retreat it was amazing and somewhat intimate, considering the circumstances and my position at the time as a submissive for Karen. But now, just the two of us, it was different. We kissed with tenderness, exploring each other's mouths. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt, and the anticipation of more tingled all over. Not wearing a bra, a chill went up my back as my blouse was opened. Once she had my breasts uncovered, I returned the favour, pulling, unbuttoning her blouse button by button. Her lace push-up bra showcased her small sculpted breasts. I reached around and unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall between us. I smiled, "We have almost identical breasts."

"Small, but perky," she shivered, feeling the same cold breeze.

"Let's warm you up," I offered, pushing her onto the bed. She pulled me down with her and our breasts drew together, and we returned to kissing. The heat picked up as the kissing became more raw and needy, each of us melting into the other, until there was no more 'other'...two becoming one.

Wanting to please her, I pushed her onto her back and moved to her breasts. I spattered kisses all over her breasts, before teasing each nipple with my teeth, not hard bites, but nibbles that made her breathing increase. I slid my tongue down her toned belly, past her cute belly button, before reaching her sweetness. I was greeted by a slight gleam on her shaved pussy and a sweet aroma that I wanted to die in. I extended my tongue and began licking, savoring each lick. Her moans increased quickly and after only a couple of minutes of pleasure she begged, "Finger me, Jenny, please."

I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy and her moans increased exponentially. Shy, conservative Ashley left the room and was replaced by horny animated Ashley. As I pumped my fingers in and out of her, she got animated. "Oh fuck Jenny, harder, fuck my cunt harder."

I did, thrusting my fingers in and out as quickly as I could, but it wasn't enough.

"Another finger," she begged and I allowed my three middle fingers to fuck her.

"More," she moaned, "another, please."

I couldn't fathom another finger fitting into her pussy, but I added my pinkie, which her cunt surprisingly easily allowed.

"Aaaah," she screamed, and I was thankful her parents were not home.

A minute later, Ashley clearly on the brink of orgasm, she surprised me when she begged, "Fist-fuck me Jenny."

"Really?" I asked, not able to fathom my hand, although petite as hands go, fitting inside her.

"Fucking do it!" she demanded, "fist-fuck my cunt now."

Her urgency startled me, but with trepidation I did, scared I would hurt her. But like the four fingers, my fist slid inside her wet pussy rather easily. Once in, she began bucking her hips on my fist, literally fucking herself. I watched in amazed awe at how Ashley had transformed from a sweet timid girl to a raging slut so quickly, before realizing I had done the exact same thing in the past month.

Seeing her sweat, desperate to come, I leaned forward and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. That was the pebble that broke the dam, as Ashley's legs wrapped around my head and she screamed, loud enough I was worried the neighbor's would think she was being ********, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

She collapsed onto the bed as her cum sprayed out of her, like a broken water fountain. I eagerly tried to catch all her sweet nectar, as all the while I continued to fist-fuck my beautiful girlfriend. Her whimpers continued for a long time, as did her orgasm. Finally she begged, "Please stop, I have to pee."

I pulled my fist out, which was surprisingly harder than putting it in, and Ashley scurried to the bathroom. As I lay in her bed, giddy with what had just occurred and hoping she was going to return the favor, my cunt tingling like there's no tomorrow, I heard the front door open and close.

I quickly searched for my clothes, just as Ashley returned to her room freaking out. "****, ****, ****, my parents are home."

"It's ok," I said, trying to calm her down, "get dressed and they will never know." I tossed her her skirt and she quickly pulled it on, just as I finished dressing.

She quickly found her blouse and I made the bed, which was a complete disaster, just as there was a knock on her door.

Her mom announced, "We are home, sweetheart. Can I come in?"

Ashley, her face still just fucked red, looked at me as I jumped on the bed and opened a textbook, answered, "Sure."

Her mom came in, dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress, looking like a twin to Ashley, not a ******. "Oh, you have company."

Ashley was paralyzed, clearly not used to lying to her mom or almost getting caught having lesbian sex. So I stood up and walked over to her. "Hi, Mrs. Swanson, I am Jenny."

"Hi, Jenny," she replied cordially, adding, "we have heard a lot about you."

"You have?" I questioned, playing all innocent. "I hope it was all good."

"Of course," she smiled, "well, I will leave you two alone. But it is getting late."

"I was just leaving," I replied.

Once the door was closed, Ashley collapsed on the bed. "Oh my God, do you think she knows?"

"How would she?" I asked. "It looked like two girls studying."

"I suppose," she sighed, looking so cute in her insecurity.

"But I should be getting home," I said.

"I am so sorry I didn't get to...."

I returned to her bed and I put my finger on her lips. "I'll take a rain check." I kissed her, quickly wanting to remember her softness.

We went downstairs and after meeting her ****** and chatting shortly with her ****** about cheerleading, it was decided her dad would drive me home, which was a disappointment as I wanted to spend more precious time with Ashley.

Generic chit-chat later and I was home. I noticed the light was still on at Megan's, but resisted the temptation to go over, even though my pussy was still begging for attention. I figured I would have to pleasure myself the old fashioned way...with my fingers.

Checking my phone before going in, I noticed three texts:

Karen: Answer me, slut!

Karen: I am going to punish you tomorrow, slut!!!

Ashley: Will you be my prom date?

My whole body warmed at Ashley's six words. My hand trembled as I typed my response.

Ashley

I would LOVE to be your date.

Your girlfriend?

Jenny

I sat on my doorstep, eagerly awaiting a response from Ashley that didn't come. I considered texting Karen, but I didn't even know where to begin so I figured I would worry about Karen and her threat tomorrow. Today was too perfect to ruin.

Ashley then texted me:

Jenny,

I can't wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY girlfriend.

On cloud nine, I put my phone way and entered the house.

Once in the house, I went to the front room and was surprised for one last time today. For the second time today, I saw my ****** in a compromising position...this time she was on her knees between the legs of Mistress Megan.

Megan looked up, smiled at me and asked casually, as if my ****** wasn't currently pleasing her, "How was your date?"

The end...maybe?

What should happen next readers?

Should Jenny and her ****** commit the ultimate *********?

Should I continue with what happens at school the next day after her sinful Sunday?

Should I bring back Senator Green from part 2?

Should Jenny go to prom with Ashley where they all end up at Le Château Club?

Or should the story end here, happily ever after?

If you like one of the above ideas, or have your own idea please leave me a note here...as I originally planned to have this be the happily ever after last part.

Thanks for your support, comments and votes for this and every other story of mine.

The Sunday evening I walked in on Mom on her knees pleasuring my Mistress was a bizarre ending to the most bizarre weekend of my life.

It started with a cheerleader lesbian orgy, continued with the seduction of my favorite teacher; followed by the stunning revelation of my ****** submitting to my teenage Mistress and finished, or so I thought, with a date with Ashley and a very intimate rendezvous in her bedroom.

Mistress Megan asked casually, as if my ****** wasn't between her legs licking her pussy, "How was your date, my dear?"

I stammered, still coming to grips with yet another twist in my life which just a couple of weeks ago was about as mundane as a teenage life could be, "It-it-it was good."

"Only good?" she smiled, already really good at reading my facial expressions.

Unable to hide my excitement, I admitted beaming, "It was amazing!"

"Good," Megan smiled. "Now you look exhausted, so to bed with you, my dear, we will talk about this whole new development tomorrow."

My body and mind literally in comatose mode, I agreed, "Yes, Mistress." As I headed upstairs, I paused, "Good night, Mom."

Mom popped her head up from between Megan's legs and answered, her eyes making contact with mine with a look that screamed sorry, yet her voice was oddly happy, "Good night, dear."

In my bedroom, exhaustion hit instantly and I collapsed on my bed numb with pleasure and confusion.

...

I woke up the next morning and a feeling of warmth washed over me as I remembered the sweet intimacy followed by raw sexual lust with Ashley. Was Ashley really my girlfriend? Did I have a girlfriend? I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and re-read the last text from Ashley.