High School Rivalry Ch. 03

Hey. It's me again. Lyle Sheffield, pathetic, submissive sex toy to Cindy Stuart. I assume you know me fairly well by now from my previous two accounts. Well, get ready for round three.

Cindy had added my number to her phone after Thursday's antics, and today, on Saturday, I had received a text from her demanding that I come over to her house immediately. It included her address and some instructions on what to do when I arrived. Also attached was a picture of me bent over a table, completely naked, with a vibrator in my ass and a mortified expression on my face.

The message was clear as day, and she only lived about five minutes away by bicycle, so I hopped on my bike and rode to her house, trepidation growing inside me.

I pulled up to her driveway and surveyed her home. It was a decently sized upper-middle class house in your average upper-middle class subdivision. There weren't any cars in the driveway, so I figured her parents were probably away. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

I leaned my bike against the garage and approached the front door, re-reading the text message I had received from Cindy to be sure I was getting this right. I sighed and rang the doorbell, then quickly scanned up and down the street. It was deserted. I mentally wrestled with what I was being forced to do for a little while, then decided it was best to just get it over with.

I removed my shoes and socks, then, after furtively looking around once again, stripped off my shirt, pants, and underwear. I stood utterly nude on Cindy's welcome mat, fidgeting nervously and glancing behind me in a paranoid fashion.

After what seemed like an eternity, the front door swung open to reveal Cindy standing there, a hyena-like smile plastered on her face as usual. She was wearing a tight halter top that showcased her flat, toned midriff and ripped blue skinny jeans that hugged her perfect ass and legs nicely.

"Let me in!" I hissed, too terrified of being caught to be distracted by her appearance.

"Is that any way to talk to your mistress?" Cindy scolded, crossing her arms and blocking the doorway.

"Please, mistress, let me in!" I begged, scanning the neighborhood again.

"Mmmmm, alright...but while you're here, you're my pet. So, put this on." She said, handing me a black leather collar with a silver buckle. Desperate to get out of the open, I snatched the accessory and secured it snugly around my neck. "Good." Cindy said. "Now, on all fours like the animal you are."

I dropped to my hands and knees, my cock becoming slightly stiffer as she ordered me around. "Please, mistress." I pleaded, looking up at her.

"Oh, alright. Come on in." She said, moving aside. I crawled inside, dragging my clothes in after me. Cindy shut the door behind me and locked it, then turned and looked at me. I sat there on my hands and knees, naked but for the leather collar around my neck, looking around at her house for the first time.

It was fairly nice, with somewhat modern furniture, a decked-out kitchen, and a staircase leading to the second floor. I don't know what I was expecting (maybe some sort of kinky torture dungeon), but overall it was a surprisingly normal house.

Cindy grabbed a leash off the kitchen counter, then leaned down and attached it to my collar. Holding onto one end, she tugged at it and led me into the living room. I followed helplessly.

She sat on the large, comfy sofa, and pointed towards the floor at her feet. I crawled over and sat there, wondering what she was up to. She looked down at me, smiled, and began to undo her jeans. I watched, transfixed, as she slid them off with one smooth motion, tossing them aside to reveal her sexy pink panties. My cock stiffened.

Cindy then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and removed those as well, tossing them by her pants. She sat there in nothing but her tight crop top, legs spread in front of me to reveal a smooth, pink, perfectly shaved pussy. I was fully erect now, thanks to this amazing view.

"Well, slave, what are you waiting for? Lick me." Cindy ordered. I contemplated this for a bit. I had never licked a pussy before (in fact, I had never had any kind of intimate contact of any kind with a girl before), and I wasn't entirely sure how to start, but I was more than eager to fulfill this particular demand, so I crawled forward until my face was an inch away from Cindy's beautiful lips.

I exhaled slowly, blowing hot air over her slit. She twitched, and I saw goosebumps erupt over her thighs. I looked up at her, and she looked back at me expectantly. "Well?" She asked impatiently, tugging on my leash. "Get on with it!"

I leaned forward, and decided to start with some teasing. I thought I remembered seeing in a porno once that girls liked that. I inhaled, smelling the slightly sweet aroma from her pussy, and placed my lips against her inner thigh. I kissed lightly around the edge of her outer lips, occasionally flicking out my tongue and giving the sensitive skin a quick lick.

Cindy moaned, pushing her hips up into me, thrusting her pelvis against my mouth. I took that as a sign that she was wanted more, so I moved on to her tightly clasped lips themselves. I ran my tongue along each one, eliciting another satisfied groan from my mistress. Smiling, I backed up a bit and saw that her tiny pink clitoris was peeking out from under its hood, and there were droplets of liquid sliding down her cunt.

"More!" Cindy commanded, tugging on my leash and pulling my face into her crotch once more. I obliged, sticking out my tongue and running it up her slit, finishing the motion by flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. She shivered in ecstasy and moaned, leaning back and spreading her legs wider. I enthusiastically licked her lips and clit, uncharacteristically happy at being able to satisfy her.

After giving Cindy's pussy one last, long lick, I reached up and gently pulled her outer lips apart with my fingers, revealing the pink interior of her pussy and fully exposing her swollen clitoris.

I cautiously poked the wet, pink flesh with my index finger. Cindy shuddered and moaned, so I placed my finger between her inner lips and pushed. It slid easily inside of her, the warm, fleshy walls of her pussy clamping down on my digit, sucking it in.

My cock was rock hard and dripping precum all over the floor. The sensation around my finger was incredible, and I imagined what it might feel like on my penis.

Cindy tugged on my leash, bringing me back to the task at hand, and I began to explore the inside of her cunt, feeling around. With every small movement of my finger, she shivered and made quiet "oh!" noises. Suddenly, I felt a small, slightly bumpy lump inside of her, and the instant I brushed against it, she convulsed, moaned, and her pussy squeezed down on my finger tight as a vice.

I smiled and slid my middle finger into her as well, eliciting another drawn-out groan. I began slowly finger fucking her, rubbing her G-spot every time my fingertips passed it. Cindy let out a cry of animal lust and raised her hips off the couch, thrusting them forward onto my hand.

I leaned forward, placed my mouth over her clit, and began aggressively sucking on it while speeding up the movement of my fingers. "Oh, fuck!" Cindy shouted, "Yesssss, deeper, slave! Mooooore!" She moaned as I sped up, thrusting my digits deep inside her cunt and flicking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

She reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her as I enthusiastically rubbed her G-spot. "Fuuuuuuuck!" Cindy yelled without warning, and her pussy spasmed around my fingers. Fluid practically poured from her slit, soaking my hand and face as she came! She let out a chorus of moans and gasps as her hips bucked, her body trembled, and her chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her heavy breathing.

With a sigh and a shudder, she collapsed back onto the couch, still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm as I withdrew from her crotch. She made a pretty sight, lying there bottomless, pussy dripping, her rock-hard nipples poking through her halter top.

After a bit, Cindy collected herself and sat up again. She smiled and looked down at me, sitting at her feet, her pussy juice dripping down my chin, my rock hard cock sticking straight up and leaking precum onto her living room floor.

"Well, you eat pussy like a dog eats a raw steak. Well done, slave." I once again felt uncharacteristically happy at receiving her praise. Cindy stood and raised an eyebrow at my throbbing erection. "Aw, does my poor little pet want some attention?" She asked patronizingly. Haughty stuff coming from someone who was writhing on my fingers only moments earlier.

Cindy stepped forward and placed her foot on top of my cock, trapping it between her foot and the carpet. I moaned as she began gently moving, the soft soles of her feet rubbing the top of my penis, and the shag carpeting pressing against the bottom.

Precum oozed from the tip of my dick, getting onto the bottom of her foot. She smiled and pressed down harder, squeezing more out of me and coating my throbbing cock with my own fluid. I groaned in ecstasy as Cindy roughly stepped on my penis, wiggling her toes and sliding her foot up and down the shaft.

I felt an orgasm rapidly approaching, when I heard a car pull into the driveway.

"Shit!" Cindy exclaimed, lifting her foot from my aching dick, strings of precum still connecting her toes to my shaft. She looked down at me, and I looked up at her pleadingly, my cock twitching and oozing hopefully. "I don't think my mom's ready to meet you quite yet." Cindy remarked, turning and pulling on my leash to get me to follow.

Reluctantly, I got up and crawled after her as she hurried into her room. She tugged on the leash and sat me down on the floor by her bed, then tied the leash to the bedpost (as if I couldn't undo it if I wanted to).

"Stay!" Cindy ordered, and left. Then she opened the door and stuck her head through, adding, "And don't you dare jerk off! You're not allowed to cum without my permission, understand?" I nodded meekly, and she smiled and left, closing and locking the door behind her.

I sat in her room, horny as I'd ever been, trying desperately not to touch myself, when I heard Cindy's mom enter the house. I had never actually seen her before, but I could hear her as she talked with my mistress. She sounded exactly like Cindy, but with a slightly deeper voice.

They were talking about school, work, and other such mundane subjects that normal families talk about. I decided that since I was stuck here for a bit, I may as well snoop around. I unclipped my leash and began to explore Cindy's room. It was fairly average for a teenage girl's room, with some basic furniture, a queen sized bed, a TV, and some posters of various boy bands I didn't know.

I crawled over to the nightstand, forgetting that I was actually free to walk since Cindy wasn't present, and rifled through the drawers. There were some writing supplies, some random paraphernalia such as dice and paper plates and a flashlight, and in the very bottom drawer was a large pink dildo. Not entirely surprised, I returned it and peeked under her mattress. Nothing interesting there, just some spare bedsheets.

Running low on places to snoop, I crawled over to her dresser and opened the drawers. Low cut tops, short shorts, short skirts, skinny jeans, her cheerleading uniform...and sexy underwear. I curiously lifted up a pair of black lacy panties, wondering what exactly she planned to do with them.

Unfortunately, Cindy chose that exact moment to burst in. I jumped and looked up at her guiltily, still holding the black panties. She grinned. "So, you just couldn't resist, huh? I figured I'd find something like this when I came back in."

"No, you're wrong, I was just-" I started to protest, but she cut me off.

"Whatever, slave, I ordered you to stay! And since you disobeyed, I know exactly what kind of punishment I'm going to give you. Unfortunately, it's going to have to wait, since my mom's home early today. Keep those panties, put your damn clothes on, and leave through the window so my mom doesn't see you." She said, tossing my clothes at me.

I hurriedly began putting them on as Cindy unclipped my leash. I reached up to undo the collar, but she smacked my hand away. "The collar stays." She commanded, and I knew it was no use arguing. "And, slave?" She called as I opened the window to leave, "Come over again tomorrow at noon, wearing the panies. I'll have your punishment ready for you then."