High School Rivalry Ch. 01

"Mistress, I'm...I'm gonna cum!" I moaned as white-hot pleasure shot through me.

"Don't you dare cum before I do, slave! I want to climax while watching you spray semen all over yourself!" She commanded, her voice shaking slightly.

"I don't know...if I can...hold it...much longer!" I panted, trying desperately to control my stroking, but by this point my body was no longer listening to my brain.

Cindy was twitching and spasming as she fingered herself, her firm breasts swinging and bouncing freely as she moved. It was a wonder she was even able to remain standing as her legs shook and her hips gyrated almost on their own.

"Nooooow, slave!" She moaned, and I instantly dove over the edge and came.

It felt like an electric current ran through me as I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life! My dick twitched and spasmed as It shot load after load of thick, sticky semen all over my stomach and chest! My limbs jerked and shivered as massive waves of ecstasy roared through me, blocking out all thought and feeling except the thrill of submitting myself and the pleasure now flowing through my body.

"Gooooooood boy!" Cindy groaned as she reached her orgasm. I watched in a daze as she fell forward onto the desk next to me, her breasts pressed against the cold wood, her perfect ass sticking straight up into the air as she masturbated furiously, letting out a long and loud moan of pleasure as she came. She trembled and made little "Mmm" noises as the aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her.

Once her climax had completely subsided, Cindy got up slowly, panting slightly. "Good job, my pet." She said, looking over at where I lay on the table. I noticed a large wet spot on the crotch of her denim shorts, and I could see the thin, pink waistband of her panties peeking over her pants.

"Well, slave, I look forward to spending a lot more time together in the upcoming year." She said as she put her bra and tank top back on.

My life as I knew it was over. I was a slave, a mere pet to the girl I despised, and she was my mistress. As much as I hated it, I had been forced to face one unalterable truth today. I loved being dominated. In the deepest throes of my orgasm, the one thought in my head was how much I wanted Cindy to be my mistress forever.

"All right slave, one last thing." She said, getting up off the desk. "Kneel in front of me."

"Yes, mistress," I said, getting down on my knees before her, my cock still sticking up like a flagpole, droplets of cum sliding down its length.

"Smile for the camera!" She said brightly as she snapped a photo. She turned the phone so I could see the result. There I sat, dick sticking out from between my legs, cum splattered all over my stomach and penis, with, to my horror, a wide smile plastered on my face. "Wow, you really know how to make a dominatrix gush. I look forward to ordering you around some more in the future." Cindy smirked, and strode out of the room, leaving me kneeling there feeling aroused, embarrassed, and confused.