TRAINING TEACHER CH. 02

woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it could have really happened. A dream that awakened in me a side I didn't know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, a pretentious, indomitable woman I truly loathed, had seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian submissive slave. It seemed so real I could almost taste her pussy on my lips.

I opened my eyes.

I sat up.

I wasn't in my own bed.

I was at the foot of Constance's bed, the parent that just yesterday had been my biggest problem.

In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the unmistakable realization that it hadn't been a dream, but was an undeniable and harsh disturbing reality.

The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. My new Mistress' aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey, and the earth-shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Yes, she had seduced me and yes, she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I had submitted to her willingly. I wasn't forced at any time. I could have said no. But although I'd been frequently nervous and even fearful, each time I was faced with the choice of obeying her or refusing to go along, I hadn't wanted to deny her anything, and the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was unexpectedly liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, even the frustration of being blamed for Constance's son's misbehaviour in my class at school, they'd all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance, my Mistress.

Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for my Mistress to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my SUV was still at school; and four- most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.

As I lay back down and pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil feeling like a cresting wave crashing onto the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.

I was startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as behind me, someone seemed to be climbing in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have walked into the bedroom and seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek back and see who had joined us: who had discovered my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us, although like myself, she... it must be a woman... was on top of the covers. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman's ankle in black pantyhose.

My nervous curiosity didn't last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance's Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of Bao, my best grade four student greeting with great respect: "Good morning, my Mistress."

I felt some more shuffling on the bed and heard Constance groggily respond, "Good morning, Maeko." A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like an auditory voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right behind me like I wasn't here.

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I briefly reminisced about the first time I'd been a silent witness to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We'd partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I'd regret, called it a night. An hour later I was woken up by a male voice. "What about your friend?"

"Don't worry about Hannah, she's passed out. An earthquake wouldn't wake her. Now let me take a look at what you have for me."

Still half asleep, I didn't immediately realize what was happening a foot away. But what was happening was made abundantly clear when the guy mumbled, "That's it baby, suck my cock."

The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra's exhibitionistic extracurricular activity. A couple minutes later I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra's sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra's unmistakable high-pitched voice. "Yes, harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut."

I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe that Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close-knit group, was calling herself a slut and having some summer fling. It had been her idea to make it a girls-only trip, so the irony was obvious.

Still drunk myself, I fuzzily began to realize I was touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, Sierra's and my shoulders were almost touching, I got wetter and wetter as I continued frigging myself, really getting into it while trying not to move the outside of my sleeping bag or make any noise.

The guy taking Sierra's calling herself a slut as an invitation to treat her like one, began to verbally assault my good friend. "That's it, you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt."

I cringed at the word 'cunt'. Sierra, being the extreme feminist that she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy and girl alike, who had the audacity to use it in her presence. I waited for Sierra's predictable lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered by her lips, particularly in the way she used it. "Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big, hard cock of yours."

I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden 'C' word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit even faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead it only increased my desire to come.

I listened to the naughty act of sin with the fascination of a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.

As Sierra screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming," I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what had just happened: both their actions and my own.

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I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, "Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss."

Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.

"Maeko, excellent as always."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Maeko, could you please awaken my guest with your special wakeup call?"

"As you wish, Mistress."

I held my breath, excited trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands spread my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. "Good morning, Ms. Hawkins."

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. "Good morning, Mrs. Chung."

"Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?"

"Goooood," I moaned, Maeko's tongue making contact just as I began to answer.

"Goooood," Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.

Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from my sounds said, "She's fucking amazing, isn't she? I don't know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet? You have my permission."

Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance's words or my own, I gasped through my heavy breathing, "So... close... Mistress."

"Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. Like yourself, she was born to please."

Desperate to come, I, so out of character, ordered, "Finger me, Maeko. Fuck my cunt."

Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko sucked my clit deeply enough between her lips that she could simultaneously lick it. The dual pleasure was too much, and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, "Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss!"

My body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but she continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the unaccustomed and excessive attention of the past twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. "No more."

It was like I'd slapped her in the face. "I'm sorry if I didn't please you, Ms. Hawkins."

"Oh my God, that's not true, Maeko. You pleased me completely. So well in fact, that my vagina is a bit tender now."

"It's called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas," Mistress Constance corrected me.

"Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming."

"Well, your cunt being neglected won't be a concern anymore," Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. "Maeko will escort you to the guest shower."

"Thank you," I replied. Constance breezed past my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.

Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, "If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask."

My face still flushed, I responded, "Thank you, I think I should be ok."

Maeko walked away in her ridiculously revealing maid's uniform and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I'd spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter Bao's unbelievable academic success. There wasn't even the slightest inkling of what was going to happen that evening. I was eternally grateful that I wouldn't have another interview with either her or Constance this school year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe, just as there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I began to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. "I've been instructed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins."

"Oh," I responded, slightly dazed.

I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, which was odd after what she'd just done for me and done so well, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once that was done, she politely asked me to sit on a dressing stool that was in the corner and proceeded to slowly drape the thigh high stockings up my legs, gently pressing into them as she went. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them, and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko's gentle hands massaging the silk up my legs. Her talented tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I mentally relived the pleasure she'd recently given me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, "Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?"

"My panties?"

Maeko's face flushed, "Mistress doesn't permit any of her pets to wear underwear." She briefly flashed me her own hairless pussy to illustrate the ban.

"Oh," I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information and her casual nudity.

She went to the door. "Follow me to the kitchen."

I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, "How did you become Constance's, um, her..."

Maeko grasped my hand willingly and smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question for me. "How did I become Mistress' full-service maid?"

"Yes, please tell me," I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and dying to know how Constance had seduced her.

She told me her story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone wasn't one of shame, but rather contemplation as she remembered.

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"I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding employer and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan but grew up in China, where I lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her, and I was hired.

"For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job except I only saw the Master occasionally. In retrospect, there were many subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to guess what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance, and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What began as a typically modest maid's uniform slowly changed into something far more provocative, as you can see. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter and cut much lower. One day she informed me she now expected me always to wear three-inch pumps. Although these were inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed.

"Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected me to dress in classy stockings instead of no-name pantyhose. And since they were part of my uniform, I needn't buy them, but just to ask her when I needed replacements. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she enjoyed demonstrating her power and our differing social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised by how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs. And once I began wearing them home, my husband loved them and couldn't keep his hands off of me!

"Then the pivotal moment occurred. I arrived at work at my usual time of 6:30 and found a note on the kitchen table instructing me to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I obeyed, and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. While still being serviced, Mistress ordered me to her bedside and once I reached her, she explained that she was offering me a major change in my duties and that she wished me to become a full-service maid. I replied that I was unclear of her meaning. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently servicing her. I stood still, mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey.

"Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor's wife, moved away from between Mistress' legs. I positioned myself between them and awaited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she preferred to be awakened by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I were to stay on as her maid, her full-service maid, this would be one of my regular duties. She added that the full-service maid position came with many perks including a substantial raise, a personal vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed of my own free will. Oh sure, she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted the role all on my own, and I'm very glad that I did.

"As if I were signing a contract, I bowed to her Geisha style from my kneeling position, then with my head down asked her formally, 'Mistress, your full-service maid requests your permission to lick your cunt.' She laughed, told me I was precious, then assumed a serious demeanor and replied as formally as I had asked, 'Permission granted.'

"So I leaned down and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me either, my husband considering it something only sluts would do. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a genuine thrill at having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a very pleasant feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy.

"Mistress, once she'd recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I bowed to her again, now in acceptance, and then watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to receive my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I began to object, explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her, and then comforted when she paused in mid-scold and asked me caringly to confirm my amazing statement that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, not even my husband's. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor's wife, was obviously married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman, and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn't know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and began reading articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to become excellent at this pleasant task, just like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do."

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"Wow," was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.

Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, "We'd better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points." For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of impeccable courtesy.

I followed her to the dining room and saw Mistress sitting at a large table, eating. I went to sit down on one of the seven empty chairs, but she stopped me. "Your spot is over here, my pet."

She pointed beside her. Once I reached her, I again attempted to take a seat and was rebuffed for a second time.

"No, no, no, my pet. Pets don't eat at the table, they eat on the floor."

My cheeks went red with humiliation. I looked down, and then stared. There was a plate with sausage, eggs and toast on the hardwood floor. A glass of orange juice and some cutlery wrapped in linen had been set beside it. It was a nicely laid out table setting, except it was sitting directly on the floor.

When I froze in place, Constance asked, "Is there a problem, my pet?"

Mortified, insulted and enraged, I wanted to scream 'yes there is a fucking problem, a big fucking problem,' but instead I responded meekly like a good pet, "No problem, Mistress." I sat down cross-legged on the hardwood floor and began eating.

"Good," she purred. "I didn't think I would have discipline issues with you."

We ate in silence, shame burning through my entire being. Here I was, a mother of one, a respected teacher in the community, being treated like a household pet. Would the humiliation ever end? But at least I wasn't eating pet food, my breakfast was very good.

Once breakfast was done, Mistress Constance announced, "Well, we'd better get you to work, my pet."

I stood up and followed her outside to her vehicle. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes until Constance informed me, "My pet, just so you know, anyone you see wearing the same collar you have on is a sub of mine. Understand as well that as soon as they see you wearing the collar today, they will know you are now mine. Also, as the newest addition to my growing collection of subs, you are on the bottom of the totem pole. In other words, you are to obey any command any other sub of mine gives you, so long as it doesn't impact on your family or job. Is that understood?"

I had no response. I did understand, but this was getting way out of control. I attempted to reason with her. "Mistress, I do understand, but isn't there any way to keep this just between you and me?"

"Are you ashamed to be my pet?"

She hadn't asked it unkindly, and she didn't appear at impatient for an answer, so I took a few moments to think about the question. Yes, I was certainly ashamed, but not because I was her pet, it was because I was so weak. I was ashamed that I enjoyed my submission so much and that even now in this everyday situation I was already looking forward to the next time Mistress would demand something sexual of me. That said, I didn't want the whole world, or anyone at all for that matter, knowing what kind of deviant I was.

I tried to explain my feelings to her. "No, Mistress, I'm not ashamed of you. I believe the best word to describe what I feel for you is infatuation, and maybe even a bit worshipful. But I am ashamed... I'm ashamed of my weakness for submitting to you so easily, so I'm afraid for other people to know the truth."

Her reply was sweet and caring, a surprising shift from her usual up front and blunt approach to things. "Oh, is that it? I don't think you have cause for any worries on that count. The only people who will know have already submitted to me, my pet. They will know exactly what you're feeling today because they've all been exactly where you are right now. You will in fact find them to be extremely helpful in assisting you to come to grips with your new reality."

"New reality?" I murmured.

She smiled warmly, "Yes. Going forward, your life will never again be the same as it appeared when you awakened yesterday. Everything you thought you knew about yourself has vanished and been replaced by an entirely new reality. In this reality you need to accept your role as my submissive, my sub. A reality where you learn to accept that you no longer have control over certain portions of your life. The sooner you're able to accept that what you currently perceive as your shameful weakness is in fact a courageous surrender, the easier your training from lonely divorcee to eager submissive will become. You weren't a happy woman when I encountered you yesterday. You were lost and lonely and searching for that missing piece of life's puzzle. You just didn't know what that missing piece was. You were searching for something that only someone like I could give to you. You needed me, or someone like me. It's obvious that you desperately need to be told what to do, quite frankly even more so than any of my other subs. Your personality is almost totally submissive. Don't be ashamed of the fact, embrace it. Accept it."

I tried to process this lengthy assessment of my character. As much as I wanted to deny such an extreme assessment of who I was, I couldn't. Everything she said was true. As I was about to respond, we arrived in the staff parking lot. Anxiety washed over me as I worried who might see me getting out of her car.

Seeing my nervousness, she chuckled, "No one is going to see you leaving a person's vehicle and deduce that you're a cunt-licking sub who desperately needs her Mistress, my pet."

Of course, she was right, although her vivid description of me had me turning red again. The best way to hide this new truth was to act normal.

Her hand went under my dress. "You're pretty wet, my pet."

I blushed, knowing she was right.

Her finger slipped easily into my cunt and she finger-fucked me slowly. Smiling, she teased, "Aren't you the least bit curious to know who else has submitted to me?"

I moaned, "Yes, Mistress, I'm both curious and frightened."

Her fingers left my cunt and she licked off my juices. "I have to admit my pet, you're fucking delicious."

I couldn't believe how happy I felt at hearing such an absurd compliment. "Thank you, Mistress."

Breaking the brief moment of intimate sweetness, she abruptly asked me to leave. "Now get out of here, I have an appointment in twenty minutes."

I obeyed, getting out of the vehicle. She drove away, and I walked towards the school, no one else knowing of my inner turmoil or my sexual descent.

I kept my head down as best I could and made it to my classroom without encountering a single colleague. I prepared for my day and jumped like a guilty criminal when my friend Gwen came into my room. The first thing I noticed was that she didn't have a choker on her neck, and I gave a silent sigh of relief. She asked how my Peterson interview had gone and I replied it hadn't been at all as I expected, which was the understatement of the millennium. I mentioned Mrs. Peterson's promise that Devon's behaviour would improve, although not of course the circumstances of her making that promise. We then chatted briefly about trivial work crap and she left.

Until recess, the first period came and went without any drama. I was on recess supervision this week and could no longer avoid all the potential colleagues who might soon learn of my... what did Mistress call it... new reality.

I did supervision and was grateful that both of the other supervisors were men. I made it back to my class and led my students to the library for their weekly book reading. I had my students sit on the floor in the reader's corner like I usually did, and I sat down at the back so I could watch them all. They seldom misbehaved, but every once in a while...

I was chatting with one of my students when Mrs. Hamilton arrived to read. I didn't look up right away. She greeted the class. "Good morning, grade fours."

The class replied in attempted unison, "Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton."

I still hadn't really paid her much attention, distracted by a couple of students who hadn't yet settled down. "Today's story is about secrets."

Her deliberate hinting emphasis startled me. I looked up to our late forties librarian, and recognized the collar on her neck. I gazed into her eyes and she gave me an all too knowing smile. I quickly broke eye contact and began to hyperventilate. I attempted desperately to control my breathing while Mrs. Hamilton read the story.

I zoned out as she read, trying to wrap my head around the realization that our married, mother of six, librarian was one of Constance Peterson's subs. If Mary Hamilton, the jolly, outgoing, rather chubby British librarian was a sub, then anyone on our staff was a possibility. Each female staff member flashed through my head, each of them now a real possibility to be a lesbian submissive just like myself.

I was brought back to the present when I realized that Mary's tone was changing for certain words in the story. I began to pay more attention as it became clear she was attempting to give me a message, to tease me or test me; possibly both. As she continued to read the story, she continued to stress certain words like obey, secret, bad, surprised, sisters, ecstatic and soon. I took the coded message as a clear indication that Mary was thrilled that I'd joined this exclusive club... kind of a sisterhood perhaps... and that she planned to do something with me soon. I didn't think I was ready for that.

So as soon as the story was done, I immediately began ordering my students back to class, hoping to get out of the library without having to face a conversation with Mary. Alas, she made certain I didn't succeed. She instructed my students to sit back down so our librarian assistant could read a second story to them.

Mary cordially invited me into her office and I reluctantly and nervously followed her in. She closed the door and immediately began chattering excitedly. "I can't believe it was you. Mistress said she planned to add another sub to her group from this school, but I never considered you to be an option."

Much to my surprise, I got defensive, feeling insulted that she didn't think I was good enough for Constance. "And why wasn't I an option?" I asked frostily.

The librarian smiled and laughed genuinely. "Oh, don't take it personally, Hannah. I just thought you were too strong to be broken by her. But I guess if she can have Betty crawling around on the floor licking up all the cum after an eight-man gangbang, nobody is impossible."

"Eight-man gangbang? Principal Pierce?" I mumbled in complete disbelief.

"Oh yes. Betty once questioned Constance in front of a couple other subs and was punished by being gangbanged by some of the members of the college football team. She was allowed to wear a mask so the boys wouldn't know who they were coming all over and inside of. After all eight of them shot their loads, our dear Principal was ordered to clean the floor with her tongue."

I didn't say a word. If my mouth could drop to the floor like in those Roger Rabbit cartoons, mine certainly would have. Finally, I asked the question I was dreading, "How many others are there?"

"Here or total?"

"Both."

"At this school you're number five; in our school division there are at least another five; if you add all the others in the community, at least twenty-five or thirty."

The numbers hit through me like a tornado touching the surface after spinning for days. "Twenty-five or thirty," I muttered.

"Yep. But I'm thrilled she chose you."

"You are?"

"Yes, I've had a crush on you for a long time,"

"You have?" I questioned, in a haze of flattered confusion.

"Oh yes, but now isn't the time to get into that conversation. You should get back to your students, but we aren't done here, my dear."

I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to the library. Once back with my students, I cursed myself that I hadn't asked who the other two were. I made it to lunch, barely, my nerves near the brink of a complete Lindsay Lohan type of collapse.

I went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. I checked slyly for any other collars, now really wanting to know. None of the cafeteria ladies were wearing the symbol of submission. I grabbed my lunch and returned to my classroom without any further incident. As I sat at my desk and ate, I couldn't decide which was more stressful: actually finding out who the other subs were, or the suspense of waiting to find out.

Just as I finished my lunch, I was paged to the office. I tossed my plate in the trash and headed to the office. I wasn't overly worried about seeing a collar in the office. Our secretary Alice was fifty-five and a sweet grandma who often baked cookies for the staff. Our Vice-principal was male, so he was safe. Lastly, although I now knew that Principal Pierce was a sub, she was always on supervision patrol at lunch, so it was very unlikely she'd be there. That said, my nerves nevertheless began to shake as I approached the office.

I walked in the door and let out a gasp. Our sweet-as-cotton-candy secretary was wearing the same declaration of obedience as I was. I couldn't even begin to fathom a situation transpiring where she would submit sexually to Mrs. Peterson. It was completely unfathomable. She greeted, in her usual sweet voice, "Hi Hannah, I heard you had joined our group."

"Alice? You?" I asked, unbelievingly.

She shrugged, "I really had no choice. None of us did."

Still in a state of shock, "How?"

"All in good time, my dear, all in good time," the collared secretary replied cheerfully. "Ms. Pierce will see you now."

I took a deep breath and walked into our ice queen of a principal's office and closed the door.

"I suggest you lock the door, Hannah," Ms. Pierce recommended.

Expecting the worst, I did as she suggested, and locked the door.

I turned around. Ms. Pierce was sitting at her desk, a devious smile on her face, "Well hi there, Hannah. How was last night?"

As expected, the telltale collar was around her neck. I looked down to avoid eye contact, but instead got another surprise. A pair of heels was protruding from beneath her desk. I returned my confused, stunned, nervous and uncomfortable gaze back up to her face. Then suddenly anger filled me when it occurred to me that she'd played a prominent part in yesterday's seduction. "You told her I wouldn't mind waiting until 7:30. You knew this was going to happen," I accused.

She shrugged, like it was no big deal, "Yes, I did, Hannah. It wasn't my idea, but when Mistress explained her plan to seduce you, I assisted as she requested."

"Why?"

"Oh, don't play the victim on me. You desperately needed it to happen."

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked, my anger bubbling to the surface.

"Am I wrong?"

"That's not the point," I replied angrily.

Ms. Pierce's tone shifted from conversational to authoritative, "Look Hannah, it no longer matters, does it? You, just like me, Alice, Mary and the dyke between my legs, are subs to Mistress Constance. How it happened doesn't matter. We are the chosen few."

I glared at her, my curiosity about who was under the desk beginning to nag at me. "You had no right."

"Hannah, this is getting old. I want to ask you one simple question. Would you go back in time eighteen hours if you could, and do anything differently? Anything at all?"

My rage began to simmer down. I considered her question and found I had mixed emotions. On the one hand, today so far had been the most stressful time in my life and I was an emotional mess... and it was only lunchtime. If I could go back to when my predictable life had made sense, it would be so much easier. Yet on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated and never felt so free as I had last night. Entrusting myself mind and body to someone was the freest I had ever felt, and I definitely wanted to experience that feeling again. Not to mention I'd never felt such sexual pleasure as I did last night and this morning.

Her moans were also distracting, and I couldn't help but find a growing part of me wishing I was the girl under the desk. I tried to erase the image from my head, but it kept re-emerging. I hated this bitch.

"I'll take your long silence as a 'no you wouldn't change yesterday'. Am I right?"

"Yes ma'am," I confirmed, defeated.

"Come here," she ordered.

I tentatively obeyed.

"Now just so you know, we don't usually have sex at school, but today is a special day. It isn't every day we get an addition into our special group."

I held my breath, oddly hoping she'd begin telling me what to do.

"On your knees, Hannah."

Remembering Mistress' instructions to obey every command from any collared woman, I obeyed, my pussy already beginning to leak.

"You want to please me, don't you?"

Although my mind wanted to yell 'no, I don't, you fucking bitch,' my body was in control and I heard myself almost beg, "Yes, Ms. Pierce."

"Yes what, Hannah?" she asked, definitely attempting to exert her power over me.

Frustrated, horny and surprisingly eager to please and obey my bitch of a principal, "Yes, I want to please you."

"How?"

Fuck, she really wanted to put me in my place. Frustrated and wanting to show a bit of a spine, I decided to answer boldly, "I want to crawl under your desk and replace the slut currently pleasing you."

Ms. Pierce smiled, obviously happy with my naughty and submissive answer. Wanting confirmation and using my own words, "So you are offering of your own free will to replace the slut between my legs."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ms. Pierce rolled her chair back and allowed the slut, as I'd called her, to crawl out from underneath her desk.

Who she was, her face glistening in cunt juice, was one final shocking surprise. I was face to face with my best friend for the past three years, my neighbour Amy. The one who'd kissed me last week. Her expression, like mine I am sure, was one of complete embarrassment. Her eyes seemed to be pleading an apology. I couldn't believe it. Amy the married mother of two, a four-year-old and an eighteen-month-old, was also a sub. It seemed so inconceivable I still didn't believe it, even though I was witnessing it.

Ms. Pierce, clearly amused by this revelation and my reaction to it, asked, "Are you going to get under there or what? Class begins in fifteen minutes."

I gave one last astounded look back at Amy, whose expression was unreadable, before I disappeared under my Principal's desk. She rolled her chair back and her pussy was in front of me. Much to my surprise, it was quite hairy, although I couldn't see that well under the desk. I leaned forward and began pleasuring my principal, the person who, before yesterday, had been number three on my most hated list, behind only my bastard of an ex-husband and Constance. Due to the abundance of hair surrounding her cunt, the pleasing was substantially more challenging than my first time yesterday licking Mistress Constance's shaved pussy. Oddly, her aroma was intoxicating, seeming to be held in by her pubic hair. Concerned about the time, I used my finger to fuck her as I attempted to lick her. Luckily, Amy had already gotten her very wet, and the double pleasure I was giving her had her moaning rather quickly; I knew when she squeezed her legs tightly against my head, she was close. I hooked my finger inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. Although slightly elusive, once I found it, her legs pulled me in and she came all over my mouth. I continued to lap at her juices until the chair rolled away. I quickly crawled from underneath the desk and stood up, desperate to end this humiliation. I perused the room, but Amy was gone.

"Wow, for a rookie, you have great potential."

"Thanks, I guess," I replied, not sure whether that was necessarily a good thing.

"You'd better go clean up before you return to class."

She pointed to the private bathroom leading directly from her office. I washed up and was thankful that I wasn't much of a make-up person. I returned to Ms. Pierce's office.

"One last thing, Hannah."

I feared what else there could possibly be. "Yes?" I replied, my tone going for annoyed

When we're alone, you may call me Betty."

"Ok, Betty," I responded, the name sounding odd and slightly bitter on my lips.

I left her office and returned to class. Now knowing all four of Mistress' other subs lifted a major burden. The anxiety I was feeling had dissipated, but was now replaced by dread as I pondered my next conversation with Amy. When had she submitted? Why hadn't I known? I recalled that she'd taught Devon last year after returning from maternity leave and complained about him as well. Then suddenly her complaints had stopped. That must have been when she'd submitted, over a year ago.

Amy had soon become my best friend once we started teaching together three years ago. Last year she'd moved across the street from me and we bonded even more. I was still married then, but when my marriage ended, she was the main person who was there for me. She listened, she supported, and she even played a little tough love to help get me back on my feet. She knew everything about me, until my life-altering change last night. I'd thought I knew everything about her as well, but obviously I hadn't.

The day finally ended. I had just finished packing up for the night when Amy came to visit. She closed the door and timidly sat on top of a student's desk; she was obviously as nervous about this conversation as I was, and I had to admire the courage it must have taken for her to come here so promptly to initiate it. I noticed, for the first time, that the skirt she was wearing, while school appropriate, had a generous slit that when sitting like she was, revealed she was wearing thigh highs. A small smirk crossed my face, realizing she and I were now in the same predicament.

Amy broke the awkward silence, "Hannah, I'm so sorry I never told you before."

I whispered, as if people could hear our perverse conversation beyond these four walls, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you have told me? Plus, how does one tell their best friend such a humiliating reality? It isn't something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hi, how was your day? Good; I bought a new outfit, tried a new recipe and, oh yeah, I became Constance Peterson's submissive slave."

I laughed. What else was there to do? She was right. Our situation was absurd, and it was extremely unlikely, 99.9999 percent, that I would have told Amy about my new situation if it hadn't come out the way it did. "I'm sorry, Amy, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself."

Amy hopped off the desk to comfort me, wrapping her arms around me. Yesterday this would have been a simple friendly hug between two women, but today it could mean so many other things. She spoke gently, "Hannah, it's ok. I've accepted my role as her sub, and for the most part my life isn't much different than before it occurred. She doesn't expect a lot of my time, but she does require total obedience."

Tears ran down my cheeks like a rapidly flowing river. "I couldn't resist, Amy. I tried, but I couldn't. Then to make matters worse, I really enjoyed it."

"It's ok, Hannah," Amy comforted, "It's ok."

"No, it's worse," I blurted, "I crave it. I can't get it out of my mind."

"Trust me, Hannah, I understand. I was in the same state you are, just a year ago."

"How did it happen to you?" I blubbered through a wave of tears.

She rubbed my back, "The same as you, I think. It was parent-teacher interviews and one minute I was defending my critical comments on Devon's report card, and next thing I knew she was fingering me at my desk. Half an hour later, I was at her house, and the rest is still a blur."

"How do we end it?"

Amy asked me earnestly, "Do you really want to end it? I can warn you that your next month will be intense as she tests you to make sure you'll be loyal. But after that, things will settle down."

"Yes... no... I don't know," I blabbered, an incoherent mess, as I backed up a bit to look her in the face. I'd always considered it a lovely face, but at the moment it was as caring and compassionate as I'd ever seen it.

"It's ok, Hannah. It will take some time for you to come to grips with what's happened. I remember at first it was very overwhelming for me, too."

"That's an understatement," I joked, attempting to lighten the tense mood.

"But seriously, Hannah, I'm always here for you. If you need to talk about any of this, I'm here to listen. If there's anyone in the world who can understand your new journey, I'm your gal."

"I know, Amy, it's just I don't even know where to begin. I feel angry, confused, ashamed, lost, embarrassed, and mortified. Yet I also feel excited, needed, and important. If that makes any sense," I attempted to explain, not remotely understanding it myself.

"I understand completely, Hannah. I've struggled through every emotion you're feeling as well. I've only recently accepted the full reality of who I am." Amy paused, her eyes swimming directly into mine. She took a deep breath and nervously announced, "Hannah, I have to tell you something I've longed to share with you for quite some time."

I wiped my tears away from my eyes before I could see well enough to look directly into hers. "Amy, you can tell me anything. Apparently, you know everything about me."

"I'm a lesbian, Hannah. I've known this for a long time, but I'd never completely come to grips with it. So when Constance seduced me, I didn't even attempt to fight it. I wanted it. I needed it. She saw that in me, and she must have seen it in you too. Now I don't mean I'm bi or just a submissive for Mistress Constance. I mean I'm in love with a woman. A beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with."

I was shocked by this admission; she seemed to be happily married. I could only recall a handful of times she'd complained about Eric. But I was her good friend and there was no question about her having my full support. "It's Ok, Amy, I love you for who you are, the same way I know you love me and accept me. You mean the world to me Amy, and I'll be there for whatever you need." As soon as I acknowledged this, I knew it was true. Amy was my lifeline, the one who was there whenever I needed it, selflessly helping me through my divorce, my job and often even looking after my daughter Elaine just as I helped with her kids.

It was Amy's turn to break down. Tears flowed down her cheeks like chardonnay wine. Suddenly I wanted to taste them. I took my finger and caught a tear and placed it to my lips. The salty sweetness warmed me. Amy was about to say something significant, but fearing it might break this intimate moment and a thirst I was desperate to quench, I was impulsive for one of the first times in memory. I leaned in and kissed her. I didn't think about it, I just let my instincts take over. She'd been my best friend for a long time, and this seemed so natural after a long day of very unnatural doings and feelings. She returned the kiss, and soon we were sharing our second kiss, and I had no intention of pretending that this one didn't mean anything. We kissed for maybe a minute, and just as I could feel the tingle in my spine flow up my back and my pussy began to feel that special warmth, Amy broke the kiss.

She looked directly into my eyes and just like she had following our previous kiss in the club, she got all nervous and vulnerable. "Hannah, I don't want to take advantage of you during such a vulnerable time."

"Unlike last week, this time I'm the one who kissed you," I pointed out, tapping her nose with my finger. "And this time there's no way I'm going to pooh pooh it, I meant it with all my heart."

"Are y-y-you s-sure?" Amy stuttered, her nervousness clearly prevalent.

"One hundred percent," I responded, being absolutely sure about something for the first time in the last twenty-hour strange hours.

"Hannah," Amy's tears began flowing again, "It's you!"

"Yes, I do believe I am Hannah today," I responded kiddingly, unclear of her intent.

"No, Hannah. I love you."

"I love you too, Amy."

"No, Hannah. I love you, love you. I love you in the I-want-to-divorce-my-husband-and-move-in-with-you-and-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you kind of love you."

Suddenly the world stopped. In this brief moment of clarity, a moment that only happens a couple of times in one's lifetime, I saw her, my life and the world for what it was. She was the one for me as well. And if it took the complete humiliation of submitting to Constance to realize what had been right in front of my eyes, well so be it. Fate had a funny way of throwing us curve balls, but I wasn't going to let this chance of happiness slip through my hands. "I love you, love you too," I proclaimed, my whole body warming inside, telling my heart the words I was returning were true.

The smile on her face and the glow in her cheeks radiated from her as she hugged me again. An embrace so sweet, so tender, that I was putty in her arms. In her embrace, I felt at home for the first time since before my marriage had collapsed. I felt love. I felt in love.

It's funny though, the awkward silence that follows a first declaration of love. She looked at me, words on the tip of her tongue and I returned the gaze with words on the tip of mine.

Finally, Amy broke the silence, "Well now what?"

"Well, the bastard who shall remain nameless has Elaine until 8 o'clock tonight. So... let's go to my place and talk in private. My mind is already thinking of a trillion questions to ask you and another part of me is thinking of a trillion things I'd love to do to you."

"Oh my, Hannah," Amy exclaimed, "If I had only known sooner."

"I myself didn't know until a moment ago, so how could you know?" I shrugged, reaching for my bag. "Meet you at my place?"

"I wouldn't miss it," Amy guaranteed and followed me out of my class and into the parking lot.

During the drive home, apart from Amy, I had some time to think rationally. Did I really love her or was it just the heat of the moment? After a list of pros and cons like I always do in my head, I couldn't deny that yes, I loved her. Not just a friend's love, but indeed an 'I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you' kind of love. But was I ready for such love? I realized that whether I was ready or not, it was here, and my heart was speaking for me. The excitement of being in love and sharing a serious relationship with my best friend was countered by the fact that I had a six-year-old daughter and Amy had two young children. My daughter, obviously, knew Amy really well, and even called her Auntie. How would I explain this to my daughter? Or would I? Was I ready for the complications that came with a relationship, especially a same-sex relationship? I arrived at my house with all these questions swirling in my head, and not an answer in sight. My horniness was long gone and replaced by excessive anxiety. I was beginning to place roadblock after roadblock on this relationship before it even started.

Luckily for my over-reactive brain, Amy pulled up into her driveway and I had to suppress the million nagging thoughts pecking at me.

Once we were inside my house, I grabbed a bottle of wine, filled both our glasses and brought the bottle with me into the living room. Amy was sitting down on the couch, and I handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her like I always did. We looked at each other and as soon as I saw the twinkle in the green of her eyes and the resonating warmth of her smile, my worries disappeared. She sipped her wine and asked, concerned, as she put her hand on my stocking-covered knee, "Are you sure, Hannah?"

The warmth of her hand had me instantly distracted and instantly feeling the heat down below. And although I wasn't remotely sure what the future held, or if there was really a chance for us to be a real couple, I answered from my heart, "Am I sure that I love you? Romantically? Amy, I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

Her smile grew wider and she took my wine glass and set them both on an end table. Returning to me, she put both hands on my cheeks and, without a word, leaned in for a kiss. I could feel fireworks explode in my head as our lips touched and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. The kiss began as soft and tender, but it slowly blossomed in heat and passion. We were making out like two teenagers on a first date, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other's mouths. My breathing got heavier and I became desperate to do more. My hands began to explore Amy's body. She did the same to mine. Her hands caressing my arms and legs had me weak at the knees and I was thankful to be sitting.

As if hearing my inner thoughts, Amy broke the kiss, stood and pulled me to my feet. She fumbled with my zipper as she fervently attempted to get my dress off without damaging it. Once it was off, she gently pushed me back onto the couch and onto my back. I lay on the couch like prey, and as my predator looked me over, I could sense her need to devour me. Her lusty smile was like an aphrodisiac, and I was desperate to be the main course.

Much to my surprise, and at first to my disappointment, she didn't devour me whole. Instead, I became a leisurely full course meal. She removed my heels and took my pinkie toe in her mouth. She sucked on it, in essence making love to just my toe. She continued this erotic teasing, taking each of my toes into her mouth and repeating her sensual tease. My moans continued with each toe. She continued her slow seduction by repeating the process with my other foot. Time stood still as she savoured each of my toes through the sheer nylon Mistress had given me. Once the last toe had been individually pleased, she lifted my foot up straight and licked the sole. It tickled slightly, but the sensation was unbelievable. She didn't miss an inch of my foot. Again, she repeated the process on my other stocking-clad foot, making me into a bowl of jelly, and she hadn't even touched any of my special spots.

Speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes, "How are you doing, Hannah?"

"Exquisite," I replied, being a bit coy.

"Oh, I haven't even gotten started, my pet."

'My pet'. A chill went up my spine at hearing Amy use the same term 'pet' that Mistress Constance had just yesterday used in her seduction of me. I wondered if that meant she was my Mistress too, or was it just word play? I had to leave the question unanswered. I was again distracted by the touch of her lips, which were ever so gently kissing my ankle and slowly, like the progress of a turtle, moving up my leg. As Amy's head moved closer to my vagina, I thought I might explode. Her erotic teasing had me where I'd never been before. Her head finally reached my pussy. She paused and deliberately made eye contact with me. She smiled and extended her tongue. Her tongue lightly brushed my pussy lips, yet another tease. After less than fifteen seconds of hardly any attention to my desperate pussy, she abandoned it to kiss and nibble her way down my other leg. I thought I would explode, my entire body reacting to this incredible tease. She continued kissing and nibbling down my leg. Once she reached my foot she paused, bit my toe gently and glided her wet tongue up my entire leg. Again she reached my pussy, and again she gave it no more than a tease, a couple of licks and couple of nibbles before she progressed up my body. She kissed my belly, tongued my belly button and moved up to my breasts.

Speaking for the first time in minutes, she ordered, although gently, "Take off your bra, Hannah."

I leaned up a bit and obeyed the command, allowing my small breasts to come free.

Amy purred, "Your nipples are hard, baby. Is that because of me?"

"Yes," I moaned back, slightly embarrassed at how excited she'd made me. "You're driving me crazy."

Amy winked, "I'm going to make love to you, Hannah. Every part of you needs to be worshipped."

I blushed even harder, I imagine. Amy pushed me onto my back and began kissing my breasts. At first, she kissed and licked round and round them, occasionally allowing her tongue or lips to lightly touch a nipple. The teasing was both exhilarating and frustrating. I wasn't used to having my body worshipped. I was used to my body being used for the pleasure of others, by my ex-husband, by the few boys I dated back in the day, and most recently last night by Mistress Constance. I knew from experience that I wanted to be fucked, to be used, and I had no idea how to deal with this gentle pampering. As if she could hear my inner thoughts, she began to bite my breasts and once for each breast, she sucked my nipple into her mouth. I let out a loud moan, her warm mouth on my nipples sending a chill flowing up my spine. Amy continued up my body to my neck, another tantalizing spot, and finally to my ear, my ultimate make-me-wet spot. As her hot breath and tongue bathed my ear, she repositioned her knee, so it was pressing directly against my pussy. I let out more of a scream than a moan, while Amy whispered, "You like that, baby?"

"Yes," I whimpered, my body responding completely to her every whim.

She bit my ear, harder than expected, before our lips met again. I attempted to hint to her my eagerness to come as I kissed her with reckless passion. Desperate to come, I began to rub my pussy on Amy's leg in an attempt to get off. Amy broke the kiss, "No, no, baby. All in good time, baby. Just let your Amy treat you like you need to be treated."

I began, "Please Amy, you're driving me crazy! I really need to..."

But she put her finger to my lips, "Shhhh, baby, driving you crazy is part of the journey. Just let Amy take care of you. I promise the fireworks at the end will be worth some insanity."

She moved back down my body, her tongue again meandering haphazardly across my skin. Once she reached my now very wet pussy, she ordered, "Turn over, baby."

I obeyed and got onto my knees, my arms resting on the couch. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her tongue and lips on my ass. She worshipped my buttocks just like she had the rest of my body: with wandering kisses, licks, nibbles and gentle bites. I was a horny mess by this time. She pushed my ass slightly forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Much to my surprise, I felt her tongue touch down on my rosebud and begin licking. I couldn't believe it. My best friend, who had been with me through thick and thin, was now tonguing my asshole. It was incomprehensible! Even more shocking was how good it felt in this taboo area. I let out another moan, the teasing and random pleasing driving me mad. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a finger slip inside my pussy.

"Aaaaahh," I bellowed, thrilled by the sudden penetration.

Amy pumped a few fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy for a brief time then just as suddenly pulled them out, leaving my pussy an abandoned mess.

"Please Amy, put them back in," I begged, lunging my ass around, blindly attempting to find her fingers.

Amy spanked my ass, not hard, but not playfully either. "Patience, baby, patience," she instructed in a tone hinting at dominance. I wanted to yell at her to quit teasing me and just fuck me, but I didn't. A second slap on my ass followed, slightly harder, and she commanded, "Baby, turn back around."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied accidently. I attempted to correct myself, "I-I-I..."

"Mistress," Amy mused, her finger slowly caressing my inner thigh. Her tone shifted to serious, "I know that was a slip, but it may be significant. Do you want me to be your Mistress, Hannah?"

Her eyes bored into me, her face telling that my answer mattered. Not knowing what to say, not even what I wanted, I finally stammered, "I-I-I-um."

"You do want me to be your Mistress, don't you baby?"

I was deciding I was pretty sure that I did, but before I could respond and admit my true desire to be her loyal, willing, unconditional sub, she, thankfully, went between my legs and began licking. After all the gentleness of the past hour, I was expecting a similar tenderness when she finally began licking me. Instead, I was subjected to an all-out assault on my pussy. She went directly to my clit and sucked on it as if she were attempting to swallow it whole. I let out an earth-shattering scream the moment my best friend's mouth made contact. I orgasmed in only a few seconds. As the orgasm quaked through my entire being, Amy let my clit slip out of her mouth, but kept licking. The continued licking of my cunt with constant pressure from Amy, kept my juices flowing and even as the first orgasm began to dissipate, a second one was already building. Amy kept licking, jerking her whole head up and down, almost like she was bobbing on a cock. I watched closely, mesmerized by the sight of my beautiful, sweet, compassionate best friend, pleasuring me in a way I couldn't even have begun to imagine twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes met mine and I blushed, feeling like I'd just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Yet, unlike yesterday's shy and insecure me, I didn't break eye contact. Instead, I continued to gaze into the eyes of my best friend. She seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell with her mouth so full of pussy. She began to hum against my labia, and a new sensation hit me. Almost instantly, a second orgasm flowed through me, even greater than the first. I screamed, "Oh my God Amy, don't stop, please don't stop!"

Amy obliged, continuing to lick my soaking wet cunt. My juices flooded out of me like a tidal wave. My best friend licked and licked, continuing to please me as I almost hyperventilated from the pure pleasure. She slowed down while I heaved great gasps of air and attempted to regain my breath. Just when I thought I was done, Amy surprised me again. She suddenly slid two fingers into my cunt. The suddenness made me scream in delicious joy and while she finger-fucked me hard and fast, she took my clit back in her mouth.

Again carried away and unaware of my words, I screamed, "Yes Mistress, make your slut cum. Fuck me hard!" The intense double pleasure was too much, and a third powerful orgasm hit me full force. I realized my words only after they'd escaped my mouth. Amy didn't say anything while she continued pleasing me. Long past rational thought, I continued my vocal babble, "Fuck, Amy, I've never felt so good. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk."

The intense pressure was too much, my pussy raw from the constant coming, and I had to push Amy's expert mouth away. "Stop, stop, oh my God, I can't take anymore."

Amy's smile was one of pure satisfaction. She stood up and said, her tone a bit more powerful than I'd ever heard from her, "Ok, my pet. Calling me Mistress once could be seen as a slip of the tongue, but twice, well that tells us something." She slipped off her shirt. Once it was off, she discarded it on the floor. While she unzipped her skirt, she asked, "Baby, you're completely submissive, aren't you?"

"I think so," I whispered, somewhat ashamed.

Her skirt fell to the floor, displaying a beautiful shaved pussy, with a nice arrowhead patch of fur above her clit. Her eyes never left mine. "So baby, are you ready to please me?"

I wanted nothing more. This time I knew exactly what I was saying when I responded, "Yes, Mistress Amy, your slave is more than ready."

Using only a finger, Amy directed me to come to her. I surprised her I think, when I got down on the floor and crawled the few feet over to her. Sudden anxiety filled me. I so desperately wanted to please her, I was worried I'd be a disappointment, especially after the magic she had just worked on me. She asked, "You want to taste your Mistress' pussy, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress Amy," I responded, "but I'm worried I won't please you the way you just pleased me."

"Oh baby, just do what comes natural," she comforted me. "Besides, since we both know you'll do anything I say... harder, softer, more of this and less of that... I can coach you."

Following her instructions, I sat up on my knees and began to lick her pussy while she stood above me. As soon as my tongue made contact with it, she moaned, "That's it baby, lick my pussy."

Although it was difficult to get comfortable, I continued licking her pussy lips, her heavenly scent and taste making an amazing assault on my senses. Deciding to attempt to tease her and at the same time to show her I wanted to be her submissive, I moved away from her delicious nectar and kissed her thigh. slowly, like she had done to me, I moved down her leg, kissing my way gently down her stocking-clad leg while she murmured encouragement. When I reached her foot, I bent down, kissed her perfectly manicured toes and remained there, like a servant awaiting further instruction.

"Baby, you really are the most submissive woman I've ever met. You get wet just from being told what to do, don't you baby?"

"Yes," I answered, no longer even ashamed by the reality of who I really was. The unmistakable adoration in her eyes was melting my shame completely away.

"Kiss my feet, baby, suck my toes like a good little sub," she ordered me lovingly.

"Yes, Mistress Amy," I eagerly responded, happy to be told exactly what to do. No longer a surprise, my pussy began to get that special tingling again.

I sucked each of her toes one at a time, as she had mine. I took my time, attempting to suck each toe into my mouth like a small cock. Pleasing her feet so thoroughly was exciting, although a bit difficult because of the sheer nylons on her feet. Once I was done, I moved to her other foot and repeated the gentle pleasuring.

Once I was finished, her breathing now heavier, she asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"Just a vibrator."

"Well, we'll have to work on adding to your collection, baby," she advised. Sitting on the couch, she ordered, "Go get it, baby."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed and began to get up.

"No, no, baby. I like you on all fours like a good sub, a good pet, and I know you like it too. I want to watch you crawl and get it. Bring it back to me in your mouth as if you're carrying a bone."

I fell back onto all fours, "Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command." I crawled away happily, proudly even, wiggling my posterior at her, feeling her eyes bearing down on me. Such an order should have humiliated me, yet it actually made me hornier. The feeling of complete submission, of unconditional obedience, felt so liberating. And, unlike with Mistress Constance, where I never felt safe and was almost always nervous and scared, with Amy I felt completely at home and nurtured, completely comfortable and eager to make her happy. The stairs were a bit awkward at first and somewhat humiliating, but I fulfilled Mistress Amy's instructions, retrieving my fuck-toy and returning on all fours with it in my mouth. If going up the stairs was awkward, going down was an adventure in balance. I proceeded slowly, scared of tumbling down the stairs, but also determined not to disobey a direct order.

Once I finally made it back to Amy, I crawled to her feet and playfully sat up on my haunches, waving my hands paw-like in the air. She giggled and patted my head and rewarded me with, "You're such a good pet, aren't you, baby?"

I couldn't answer because of the toy still in my mouth. I did manage kind of a muffled bark: "Mmmmfff!

She chuckled. Looking down on me from her position of power, "You look so hot like that, baby. So adorable. So submissively perfect." She took the toy out of my mouth.

"Thank you, Mistress Amy."

Her hand rubbed her clit and I gazed between her thighs. I can't explain it, but I actually felt myself craving her pussy. I wanted nothing more than to taste her pussy, to please my best friend. "Do you like what you see, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress Amy, I like it very much."

Amy turned the toy on high and placed it on her clit. "So baby, tell me what you want to do next."

"Anything you want me to," I replied submissively. "And I'm not being evasive about my wishes; the most important thing I care about right now is that I do whatever you decide I should do."

"Hmmmm," Amy moaned, from both the toy in her clit and my response. "Fuck, Hannah, you're getting me really horny."

Shyly, I whispered, "How can I please you, Amy?"

"What happened to Mistress?" she objected.

Looking directly into my dearest friend's eyes, I apologized and begged, "Sorry, how can I please you, Mistress Amy?"

She handed me the toy and ordered, "Come lick and fuck me, baby."

I took the toy and placed it against her pussy lips and rolled it up and down slowly. She gave a loud moan and became surprisingly verbal, "Oh fuck, yes, Hannah, that feels really fucking good. Now get your mouth working too, slut."

Hearing her calling me a slut surprised me briefly, but it also made my pussy tingle with pleasure. I wanted to be her slut; her perfect pet; her obedient lez. "Yes, Mistress Amy."

I buried my face into her pussy and went directly to her clit. I could have teased her, as she had earlier teased me to the brink of lustful debauchery, but instead I focused on making her come hard and fast. I sucked her clit into my mouth while simultaneously slipping the humming toy over and over into her very wet pussy.

She screamed, "Oh my fucking God Hannah, you're such a good little slut. Be my whore, baby, make your Mistress cum!"

I hummed onto her clit, attempting to use vibrations from my mouth to stimulate her further while I continued to lick her big, hard clit.

"Oh fuck, Hannah, fuck, fuck, fuck me faster, baby."

I fucked the toy in and out of her, hard and fast like my hubby had done to me with his cock long ago.

The double pleasure I gave her was too much and she screamed, grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper into her ocean of juice, "I'm coming my slut, fuck, keep licking me, yes, yes, yessssssss!"

I didn't slow down the thrusting of the toy as I sucked her hard clit between my lips, giving it some light nibbles as well.

Amy turned from sweetheart to raging bitch as she roared, "You fucking slut, don't you dare fucking stop. Fuck your Mistress!" Like me, she was apparently capable of multiple orgasms. Even though the first orgasm shook her whole body, she never stopped gasping for breath. Luckily, she let go of my hair so I too could breathe, so I could continue pleasing her. Her moaning and dirty talk continued, "Yes Hannah, you'll be doing this regularly, my slut. Is that what you want, baby, to be my dirty little slut?"

I paused from my pleasing, "Yes, Mistress Amy, I want nothing more than to be your pathetic personal pleasure pleaser."

"Oh fuck Hannah, I want you to do this forever," she screamed and pulled my face back between her thighs. I licked and nibbled her clit and pussy lips while continuing to bury the toy in her pussy. As her moaning continued to echo throughout the room, my best friend stunned me by pushing me away, turning around to kneel on the couch facing away from me and demanding, "Now fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard."

Although the request was a surprise, I obeyed like a good girl, and pulled the toy, dripping with her juice, out of her cunt. I hesitated and watched my friend, who I thought was as innocent as I'd thought I was, spread her legs as wide as humanly possible and reach for her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I now had a clear visual of her small rosebud. Amy ordered, "First get it wet baby, lick my nasty asshole."

Although somewhat disgusted by the thought of licking her asshole, I obeyed immediately, leaning forward and extending my tongue. The sweat near her asshole had a sweet salty taste. Less sweet was the taste of her actual asshole as I licked all around it.

"Good slut. You like licking my asshole, don't you?"

Although I didn't like the actual deed, I greatly enjoyed pleasing her. "Yes, Mistress, I love licking your asshole. I love obeying your every whim."

"Good girl," she moaned. "Shove your tongue as deep as you can in my asshole. Rim it good."

I couldn't believe my long-time friend was so perversely naughty. I licked her asshole and attempted to penetrate it with my tongue. Although not tasty, it wasn't as disgusting as I'd assumed it would be. After a couple minutes of this humiliating task, Amy instructed me, "Fuck my ass now, baby."

I reached for the toy again and placed it at her puckered ass. I pushed it forward tentatively until Amy ordered, "Faster baby, just shove it in." I couldn't believe that wouldn't tear her apart, but I did as I was told and jammed the toy vigorously into her ass. It went in way more easily than I could imagine without any lube, and she got animated again. "Now scootch under me and lick my pussy while you fuck my ass, you dirty slut."

Although the positioning was incredibly awkward, I obeyed, and squirming myself beneath her face upwards, I began licking her pussy while I struggled to continue pumping the toy in and out of her ass. Amy's heavy breathing continued and after a few minutes of licking, sucking and nibbling while constantly fucking her asshole, I could tell she was close, so I shoved two fingers into her cunt.

Instantly she bellowed, "You fucking bitch, oh my God, fuck, put a third one in... no, fuck me with your entire hand." With a bit of struggle, I slid all four fingers and even part of my thumb into her pussy and began fucking both of her holes simultaneously. Within seconds, she screamed, "Oh my God, I'm coming, yes, oh my God Hannah, I fucking love you. Fuck yes, fuckkkkkkkkk!" Hearing her say she loved me, even in the throes of passion, had me quivering in pleasure myself. I kept licking as she came all over me, her cum gushing all over my face like a fire hose. Her cum covered my face and dribbled down my chin onto my neck and I savoured every drop I could get, both in and out of my mouth. I actually felt disappointed when Amy climbed off of me. Her gaze met mine. "Oh my God, Hannah, that was the most intense pleasure I've ever felt."

I smiled back, my face and neck coated with her juice, "I loved pleasing you, Amy."

She returned my smile. "I'm sorry I got so nasty. When I get revved up, I become a completely different person. I don't really think you're a slut."

"Please don't apologize. I can't explain it, but being called a slut, especially by you, really turned me on. I loved being your slut, your personal sub. The more you called me dirty names and told me what to do, the hotter and hotter I got, and the more desperate I became to please you completely."

She pulled me up and into her arms and held me in a warm, gentle embrace. It was such a complete contrast to the verbal domination of just a minute before. "Do you know how long I've wanted to make love to you?"

"No, before yesterday the thought of being with a woman was only a fantasy. My fantasies had become more consistently lesbian, but it never occurred to me that you'd be remotely interested or that I could ever actually succumb to my taboo desires."

Amy laughed. "What irony: we both wanted the same thing, and both were too scared to do anything about it. It was almost impossible for me not to just throw you on the ground and devour you entirely for the past year. I've fantasized about our making love every place possible: at work, in the car, after a Friday happy hour, and here at your house, just to name a few. I had a hunch you might be bi or at least curious, but you never said or did anything to remotely confirm my suspicions, and except for losing control of myself for a minute last week, I never knew how to broach the subject without probably grossing you out. But when I heard Ms. Pierce telling you to lock the door and making it obvious that Mistress Constance's new sub was you, my pussy instantly leaked with anticipation."

"I wish I would have known sooner, Amy. I've been curious for a while, but I had no clue you were bi."

"I'm not bi, Hannah. I'm strictly lesbian, and plan to file for divorce soon. My husband understands and supports me in this, bless his heart, and I know we'll remain good friends. But when it comes to happily ever afters, I love you completely, baby, which is probably hard to believe after I just treated you like my personal whore," she said, suddenly shy and nervous.

"Amy, I love you too," I replied, pulling her arms tighter around me. I hadn't felt so warm, safe and satisfied in a long, long time. "And, I can't explain why, but being treated like a slut by you made me even hotter."

"If you're that happy about it, you'll always be my sub, baby. My perfect little sub."

"And I'll always obey you, Mistress Amy. Always."

We remained cuddling together for a long time, each in our own thoughts as we tried to make sense of what just happened and of our true feelings. I was truly happy for the first time in years. As I closed my eyes to relax in the safety of my lover's arms, a revelation jolted me back to reality. I sat up.

"What's wrong, baby?" Amy asked.

"I just remembered that we aren't free to be together, we're both subs to Constance," I reminded her, fear likely plastered all over my face. "And Mary told me she has a crush on me, and I'll have to do whatever she says, too."

She shrugged, "Mistress Constance won't stop us from being together. She'll probably approve and even take credit for it. But she'll still expect us to obey her commands. And Mary's a sweetheart, we'll be able to have some great threesomes with her."

"And you're ok with that?"

"We have no choice. Mistress has compromising pictures of me, and I assume of you."

"Yes, me too," I sighed.

"But serving Mistress is ninety-five percent fun, as is our little sisterhood at school, and even though our relationship will need to be more or less open, none of it means that we can't be together, can't live together."

Tears began to well up in my eyes, "I'm being given as an eighteenth birthday present for Karli this weekend."

"Oh my," Amy sympathized, "that is pretty intense."

I was curious what her initiation task for Constance had been, but before I could ask the question, I glanced at the clock and realized what time it was. "Oh shit, Elaine and the bastard will be here in twenty minutes." I stood up and frantically began grabbing my clothes.

Amy stood up, grabbed my arms and kissed me. I melted into her and suddenly everything seemed ok. She broke the kiss, "Go shower and change, Hannah, I'll clean up down here."

I rushed upstairs to shower, my head running in a million different directions. It had been less than twenty-four hours since my life had drastically changed forever. I was a sub for a woman I hated in Constance. I was a sub for a woman I thought I loved in Amy. I was clearly submissive and definitely seemed not only to enjoy, but also to get off on being told what to do.

I needed time to put all this together, to make sense of everything that had happened.

I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. I no longer knew who I was. Or what I had become. I should have been ashamed or mortified, probably both. Yet oddly, the primary feeling I had was one of nervous contentment. I had to accept that everything I had known about myself and my life was wrong.

Did I know what the future held?

No.

Was I petrified?

Yes.

Would I change a thing?

Hell, no.

I got dressed, took a deep breath and headed downstairs, to a future so unknown and so exciting... to a new reality.

THE END