Forbidden Passion Ch. 01

Lana had Erica's ball gag shoved between her teeth. Her face was mixed with fear and the desire to be fucked.

Erica kept envisioning herself kneeling between Lana's spread legs, massaging lubricant into her strap-on dildo.

When Lana stood and approached the podium to accept her award, Erica had to force herself not to stare at Lana's cute bottom, and long legs.

'How can I sleep with such an amazing creature for the next four nights?' She asked herself as Lana accepted her award. 'How the hell do I resist that sexy little body of hers? Of all my female students, Lana had to be the one who won that damned award.'

Erica once again began to envision herself using the contents of the case on her pretty student. She knew she shouldn't be entertaining such thoughts about Lana, but she couldn't help herself.

Between Lana's slender body, and her obviously submissive nature, the Cougar in Erica wouldn't stay quiet.

The ceremony eventually came to a close.

Erica knew that once they left the banquet hall, they would most likely return to the hotel room. They would return to that big bed, and the case that lay hidden in the bottom of her suitcase.

The image of Lana cuffed to the bed, waiting for Erica to use the contents of the case on her, pushed its way into the lovely teacher's thoughts yet again.

Erica grimly shook her head. 'Why the hell did I bring that damned strap-on and those bondage toys with me? Lana is obviously submissive. It wouldn't take much to maneuver the girl into surrendering herself to me. But damn it, seducing Lana would end my teaching career if anyone ever found out.'

***

Lana and Erica filed out of the building with the rest of the students, parents, and teachers.

Lana held the framed award she'd received under her left arm.

The large picture frame contained the essay she had written, as well as the certificate.

As they stepped onto the street, Lana looked up at the full moon. "That moon looks beautiful," she said.

Erica turned her gaze upward. "Yes, it does."

Lana turned to her teacher. "What do you want to do now, Miss Spencer?"

'I want to cuff you to the bed, shove a ball-gag into your pretty mouth and bury my tongue in your sweet pussy,' Erica thought as she gazed at her student's pretty face. "We can do whatever you'd like," she said instead.

"Is it ok if we walk back to the hotel, instead of taking a cab?" Lana asked. "I'd like to see the city in the moonlight?"

"Yes, we can walk back. Remember, the hotel is nearly a half mile away, and you are wearing high heels."

"I'll be ok," Lana replied. "These shoes don't hurt my feet at all."

They slowly walked along, taking in the sights of D.C.

Erica had to resist the urge not to take Lana's hand as they strolled down the well lit street. She wanted to pull the eighteen year old woman into her arms and kiss her.

Lana was struggling with thoughts of her own. She had wanted so badly to stay in Washington over the weekend.

But as they strolled towards their hotel, the realization that she would be sharing a bed with a lesbian pushed its way into the front of Lana's mind.

The pretty high school senior had been infatuated with her teacher from the moment they first met. She had told herself that her feelings for Miss Spencer were nothing more than an innocent school girl crush.

Lana wasn't so sure anymore. She quickly took a sideways glance at her teacher, admiring her lovely face. Lana began to ask herself what it would be like sleeping with the beautiful older woman.

Lana wouldn't admit it to herself, but shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she began to realize that she'd become an adult, yet she'd never had sex with anyone. She'd never even been kissed. Thoughts about Miss Spencer would run through her imagination. Lana's crush had begun to grow into something else. Now that she knew Miss Spencer is gay, those thoughts began to grow louder.

'Will Miss Spencer try to seduce me?' She asked herself. 'Do I even want my teacher to try to seduce me? If she does try, will I let her?' Lana wasn't sure what she wanted.

As they strolled down the well lit sidewalk, Erica subconsciously moved closer to her student, until her left arm was almost close enough to brush Lana's right arm.

Lana noticed that her teacher was dangerously close to brushing up against her. Without consciously meaning to, Lana stepped closer to her teacher.

Their arms brushed together for a brief moment.

Erica stepped away, giving her student room to walk.

A lump rose up in Lana's throat. 'Is Miss Spencer trying to seduce me?' She quickly dismissed the idea. After all, she was the one who brushed against Miss Spencer. 'Wait, did I do that on purpose?' Lana began to wonder what it would feel like to be seduced by Miss Spencer. Would she allow her teacher to make love to her if she tried to seduce her? Lana felt so confused.

Erica glanced at Lana's face. She saw the confusion and indecision written on the girl's face. She could tell that her student's mind was working overtime.

Miss Spencer stopped walking, which forced Lana to stop.

"Lana, if you're having second thoughts about our sleeping arrangement, a plane heading for home leaves in about three hours."

"No," Lana said a little too quickly and loudly. "I mean, no, I'm fine with our sleeping arrangement."

"Are you sure? I understand that the thought of sharing a bed with a woman who prefers other women might make you feel nervous." Erica wasn't about to reveal that she preferred having her lovers tied and gagged, as she fucked them silly with her strap-on.

That bit of information was definitely more than Lana needed to know.

"I'm not nervous." Lana's cheeks reddened as Miss Spencer leveled her gaze on her. "Ok, I admit I am a little nervous. I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before. And the fact that you prefer women does seem to preoccupy my thoughts tonight. But I don't want to go home. I'll be alright. Really, I will."

Erica could see the nervous tension mixed with an intense curiosity. Her vaginal lips throbbed as she gazed into Lana's eyes. She tried to tell herself that nothing would happen. But deep down, Erica knew that once she got Lana in bed, the temptation to dominate the girl would be almost impossible to resist. The thought of seducing a beautiful young girl, who is obviously ripe for the taking, was too much for Erica. 'I am going to fuck up so badly,' Erica thought. "As long as you're ok, then we will stay as long as you want." Erica gave Lana a warm smile. "Well, we will stay until time to return home anyway."

Lana smiled back. "Thank you Miss Spencer."

Erica gazed at the framed certificate in Lana's left hand. "I want you to know that I am very proud of your achievement. You deserve that award."

Lana held the award up for her teacher to see. "I've never won anything before."

Erica tore her gaze from Lana's pretty face and looked at the large frame. "With your looks and brains you will go far in life. I'm not just saying that to make you feel good about yourself. I believe that you have the tools to succeed at anything you put your mind to."

Lana lowered the award back to her side. She impulsively reached out and hugged her favorite teacher, wrapping her right arm around Miss Spencer's neck. "Thank you Miss Spencer."

Erica wrapped her arms around Lana's waist and returned the hug. She drew the girl close enough so that their torsos were pressed together. Erica's ample breasts were mashed against Lana's pear sized breasts. She could feel her stomach and clit pressing against Lana's lower torso and mound. Her clit swelled with blood.

She softly spoke into the girl's ear. "I meant every word."

Lana's heart began to beat faster as she held her right arm around her teacher's neck. She didn't want to let go. The shy senior began to hope that Miss Spencer would kiss her. 'Am I a lesbian?' Lana asked herself. That question had tried to rear its head in the past, but Lana had always forced it out of her mind. But as she stood there pressed up against Miss Spencer, the question roared into her brain, and refused to go away.

Erica knew she was taking a huge risk holding Lana like this.

The girl's body felt wonderful pressed up against her, but this type of public display of affection could get her in trouble if someone from the banquet saw them and recognized them.

Erica reluctantly released Lana and stepped back. "We'd better get back to the hotel."

The pair resumed walking.

Erica's body was throbbing with a burning desire to make love to Lana. She had no doubt in her mind that if she tried to seduce her student, Lana would willingly surrender to her.

The risk of losing her job, and never teaching again, loomed over her like guillotine's blade, waiting to decapitate her. But at that moment, Erica was willing to take that risk. She wanted to take Lana to bed and make love to her more than anything. Erica knew that what she was thinking was wrong, but she didn't care. Her thoughts drifted to the sex toys she had packed. Erica knew that what she was thinking was wrong, but she didn't give a damn. She was going to have Lana, no matter what the cost.

'Lana, you don't know it yet, but before this night is over, you will be flat on your back, cuffed to the head board, and squealing into my ball-gag as I fuck your virginal pussy with my strap-on.'

Erica immediately began to reconsider using the sex toys on Lana.

It was obvious to her that Lana is a natural submissive, but the toys might be too much for the girl.

'Fuck it,' Erica thought. 'If I'm going to seduce Lana, and she is as submissive as I believe she is, then I might as well go all the way. The girl needs to have her submissive side brought to the surface. She needs to know what it means to surrender her body to a powerful dominatrix. Besides, if I'm going to risk losing my career, I might as well go all the way.' As Erica glanced at her student, she thought, 'Honey, you don't know it yet, but your first time will be something you will never forget. You will completely surrender yourself to me. And I will give you four nights that you will never forget.

The pair slowly walked side by side along the well lit sidewalk.

Lana was full of questions about what could happen once they reached the hotel room.

Erica was determined to make Lana her personal sex toy for the next four nights.

***

Twenty minutes later, Erica and Lana walked through the door to their hotel room.

Erica immediately strode to the foot of the bed and sat down. She pulled her stiletto heels off and dropped them onto the floor. "I am so glad the hotel wasn't any farther from the banquet hall. A half mile is a long way to walk in these things." Erica patted the mattress next to her. "I'll bet you are itching to get out of those shoes as well."

Lana considered what she should do for a moment. She couldn't escape the fact that she would be sleeping in the same bed with Miss Spencer for the next four nights. Lana sat next to her teacher and pulled the shoes off her own feet. Her movements caused the hem of her dress to ride up, exposing the bottom half of her thighs. "I guess we should have taken a cab. I didn't realize that walking in high heels can be this uncomfortable. My feet are throbbing."

Erica saw the opportunity to begin Lana's seduction. She patted the girl's thigh. She then left her hand resting on the girl's exposed lower thigh. "It sounds to me like you need a foot massage to make your feet feel better."

"I don't want to be a bother, Miss Spencer," Lana sheepishly replied. She could feel her teacher's hand resting on her bare skin. A small jolt of electricity coursed up and down her spine.

"Lana, you're not a bother," Erica insisted. She gently squeezed Lana's thigh, knowing she was taking a risk. "I worked my way through college as a masseuse. Of course, I haven't given anyone a massage in years, but I'm sure I haven't lost my touch." Erica decided to use the moment to test Lana's curiosity. As a matter of fact, if you'd like, I'll be glad to give you a full body massage."

Lana's face turned a bright shade of pink. The thought of Miss Spencer massaging her entire body was both frightening and thrilling at the same time to the sexually confused teenager. "I don't know, Miss Spencer."

Erica gently squeezed Lana's flesh again. "Lana, I'm a trained masseuse. I give really good massages."

The gentle squeeze caused another jolt to run up and down Lana's spine, causing her to involuntarily squirm. "Are you sure it will be alright?" She asked.

Erica smiled ever so slightly. She had felt the girl's involuntary movements. "Trust me, it will be fine. Would you like me to give you a massage?"

Lana shyly nodded her consent.

Good, now take off your dress, and then lie down on the bed."

"You want me to take off my dress?" Lana asked in surprise.

"You don't want to wrinkle your mama's dress, do you?" Erica had used the term mama to bring out her student's submissiveness. Her tactic worked.

Lana blushed, but she did as she was instructed. She stood, and approached the closet. Standing with her back to the room, Lana reached behind her back and unzipped her mother's dress. Her cheeks turned bright pink as the dress slid off her shoulders.

Erica sat on the edge of the bed, and watched her student remove the dress. A sly smile appeared on her face as she watched the girl slide the dress down her body.

Lana wore a simple white cotton bra and matching panties

Erica stood, and unzipped her own dress.

Lana heard Miss Spencer's zipper coming down. Her heart skipped a beat. 'Miss Spencer is taking off her dress.' Not knowing what else to do, Lana continued to remove her dress.

Erica watched Lana step out of her dress as she slid her own dress down her torso and legs. She couldn't take her eyes off Lana's girlish form.

Lana looked almost childlike standing there.

Erica believed that her student would fill out some as she got older, but not much.

Lana would most likely have the body of a teenage girl her entire life, just like her mama.

Erica's thoughts drifted to Caroline Myers for a moment.

Lana obviously inherited many of her mother's qualities.

Erica began to question if Caroline Myers might also be submissive.

The woman obviously wanted to attend the banquet with her daughter.

Erica doubted if Mrs. Myers' bosses would have stopped her from attending something this important.

They would have delayed her training for a week or two, but they wouldn't have made the woman miss an important event like this.

A submissive, however would not have even considered refusing orders from someone in authority.

Even though it meant missing the most important night of Lana's life, Caroline Myers would do what was expected of her.

The fact that the woman still went by Mrs. Myers, even though she's been divorced for six years, told Erica that the woman was probably in a dominant/submissive relationship with her ex husband.

'I'll bet Lana got her submissive nature from her mother,' Erica thought as she absorbed the sight of Lana's body. 'Caroline's husband was a fool for divorcing her.'

Erica's thoughts went to the case in her luggage. 'Lana, you don't know it, but for the next four nights, I am going to do things to you that you probably didn't even know were possible.'

Lana's heart began to beat faster as she took a hanger out of the closet. She couldn't believe she was undressing in front of her lesbian teacher. Standing in front of her teacher, wearing nothing but her bra and panties made Lana feel vulnerable. She considered grabbing a T shirt and sleeping shorts. Yet, for some reason that Lana couldn't quite understand, she didn't. She just stood there with her back to Miss Spencer, feeling vulnerable and helpless.

Erica stepped out of her dress, as she watched Lana. She knew from the girl's posture that Lana was trying to understand what was happening to her. She waited to see what her student would do.

Lana stood, facing the open closet for several minutes.

Erica realized that Lana needed to be instructed on what to do next. "Lana, would you please hang my dress up?"

"Of course, Miss Spencer," Lana replied. Her voice cracked slightly. Feeling even more vulnerable, she slowly turned to face her teacher.

Erica smiled as she held out her dress.

The sight of Erica's voluptuous body dressed in the green lacy bra and panties sent an electrical charge through the nervous young woman's body. Lana took four steps toward Miss Spencer. Erica casually let her gaze take in Lana's teenage form as the girl approached her.

Lana reached out with a trembling hand and took the dress. She couldn't bring herself to look into Miss Spencer's eyes.

Erica saw the gambit of emotions running through Lana's pretty face. Erica knew her suspicions about the girl were correct.

Lana is a submissive lesbian, whether she has admitted it to herself or not. She just needs someone to help her accept who she is.

The nervous senior turned and walked back to the closet.

Erica watched the sway of the young woman's girlish hips. She eased her middle finger across her clit and flicked the nub as she watched Lana hang up the dress. Her clit instantly filled with blood. Her button caused a small bulge in her lacy panties.

Lana's hands began to tremble as she hung the garment up in the closet.

The image of Miss Spencer's sexy body was burned into the girl's brain.

Lana tried to tell herself that Miss Spencer was just going to give her a massage, but deep down she knew better.

Miss Spencer intended to seduce her.

The nervous girl slowly turned and approached the bed. Her eyes fell on the small bump in the gusset of Miss Spencer's panties. She had never seen another woman's hardened clit before. But even to the uninitiated high school senior, it was obvious that Miss Spencer was sexually excited.

Erica sat down on the foot of the bed. She reached behind her back and began unclasping her bra. "Lana, I hope you don't mind, but I need to get out of this torture device, so I can breathe."

"No, Miss Spencer, I don't mind." Lana tried not to look as Miss Spencer unclasped her bra, but she couldn't take her eyes off the woman's breasts.

Erica pretended not to notice Lana's reaction. But she subtly watched the girl's reaction as she removed her bra.

Lana felt a tightening in her loins as her teacher's full breasts came into view.

Erica's heavy breasts had very little sag in them, which was unusual for a 36 year old woman with large breasts. Her nipples were thick, long, and hard.

No matter how hard Lana tried, she couldn't tear her gaze from Miss Spencer's eraser sized nipples.

Erica tossed her bra onto the floor. She then looked up at Lana. "That feels so much better." She then feigned concern. "You must be ready to get out of your own torture device, by now." Erica knew she needed to be careful. If she pushed the girl to hard, she could scare her off. But she needed to continue testing Lana's willingness to submit.

The nervous young woman lowered her gaze to the floor, as she reached behind her back, and tried to unclasp her bra. Her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't get the bra unhooked.

Erica stood, and approached Lana. "Here, let me help you," she said as she wrapped her arms around Lana's upper torso.

Lana inhaled the scent of the perfume that Miss Spencer had applied to her throat earlier that afternoon. She fought with the desire to kiss the side of her teacher's long, supple neck.

Erica leaned her head over Lana's left shoulder, and grasped the hooks and eyes of the cotton bra.

Lana could feel Miss Spencer's hard nipples rubbing against her smaller breasts as she worked on the clasp. Her own nipples immediately hardened. She breathed in the scent of the perfume, as Miss Spencer undid her bra.