Ms. Cane's Game Ch. 03

For a split-second, it was a comfort, until Harriet came to the uncomfortable realisation that she was being treated like a literal pet.

"I know you're not going to use them today anymore, but I thought I might as well drop them off - you know what I'm like, I'd just forget tomorrow."

Cane's hand, initially just resting against Harriet's face, started to edge downward. Harriet's mouth was clamped shut as she kept her breathing quiet, knowing that another woman was standing above her, with just the desk between the two of them. The backs of Cane's fingers caressed her cheek for a moment, then her thumb reached out to her bottom lip.

"Oh, well thank you Janet, that's very kind of you."

The tip of her thumb pushed between Harriet's lips, relishing the wetness past the dry, tense exterior. Harriet clenched her eyes tightly, wishing the woman to leave or for Cane to stop her games, knowing she had no choice but to sit still. Her wish was granted, for a moment, as the thumb left her mouth, before her hand trailed down to the collar of her shirt.

She heard footsteps as Janet walked away, but they were halted as Cane spoke again. "Tell me before you go, what exactly did you think of Part C? Do you think it's explained succinctly enough?"

Harriet gritted her teeth as Cane attracted the woman back to her desk, just as her hand slipped lower, cupping one of her breasts through her bra. She brought her hand back up, only to slip it underneath the garment to Harriet's bare chest. Her hand was warm, but cold compared to Harriet's skin, and soon Cane's palm came into contact with her hard nipple.

Their voices droned on about the mundane subject as Harriet bit her lip, trying to ignore the sensation of her nipple being played with. Without even thinking, Harriet brought her hand between her own legs, and pushed her knees together, relishing the pressure against her crotch.

'What am I doing?' she thought, before she heard the sound of the classroom door closing.

"You better lock the door if you don't want that to happen again. Unless... you do."

Harriet opened her eyes and looked up, seeing her mistress' face looking down on her with amusement. Realising she was still between her legs, her head resting against her thigh, she moved away, bashfully slinking out of the desk to lock the door.

When she returned, she could see that Cane had her phone in her hand again, wordlessly pointing down to the floor with her other hand. Taking the hint, Harriet returned to her old position, massaging the tops of her mistress' thighs, until she started to hear the sounds of her own video.

Harriet felt herself go red as she heard her own breathing from just an hour before. Ms. Cane sighed with pleasure, as if completely satisfied with her choice of entertainment.

Her impatience got the better of her before long, as she grasped Harriet's wrist, pulling her hand towards her until her fingertips rested against her underwear. Not knowing exactly what to do, she started to rub her fingers back and forth against the material that thinly covered her mound, as the video continued above her.

"I'll never tire of watching you touch your little cunt," she whispered, as Harriet continued to rub her, partly wishing she could watch the video too rather than guessing what images she was seeing.

"You can tell how much you want to cry out, but you can't, it's divine."

Grabbing her hand once more, Ms. Cane pulled it against her, grinding her pussy on Harriet's outstretched fingers. Knowing she was only prolonging the inevitable, Harriet tried to suggest she remove her underwear, whispering, "you're... um... wearing panties."

"Only sluts don't wear panties," came the blunt reply, as Ms. Cane started to lower her panties down her thighs.

The words sent a wave of shame through Harriet, and she became acutely aware of her lack of underwear. Even if she was otherwise clothed, she felt naked for that moment, and her jeans suddenly felt tight against her skin.

After the underwear made its way to Cane's knees, Harriet took the fabric from her and brought it down to her feet so they could be slipped off entirely. She looked up to find she was face-to-face with her teacher's vagina for the second time in 24 hours, but this time she intended to take at least a little more control of the situation.

Harriet brought one hand to push her thigh to the side, then moved the other to her warm core between. As soon as her fingers made contact with the vulva she was shocked at the wetness, finding it easy to slip a finger, then a second, inside her teacher. As she elicited a gasp from the woman above her, Harriet couldn't help but smile at the sudden reclamation of power.

"Ooh, good girl,."

Reaching under the table, she patted Harriet on the head, a move which threatened to take away her newfound feeling of control and replace it with indignity. Working her fingers in and out, she tried to copy the technique that had been used on her before, curling her fingers slightly.

Pressing down lightly on her mistress' pubic bone with one hand, she held her still as the teacher began to gyrate in pleasure upon Harriet's fingers. It was a great feeling, to be in control, but soon she was hit with a very different feeling, as she heard her own cries of pleasure come from the video.

Now she felt a renewed sense of humiliation, knowing that Cane had even more to lord over her now. And, to her, frustration, this feeling of powerlessness was accompanied by a twinge of pleasure between her own legs. Trying to put this idea out of her mind, she decided to take things up a notch.

Bringing her left hand hand further down, Harriet made sure its fingers were nice and wet before finding her mistress' clit and beginning to rub. It didn't take much longer of this, in tandem with her steadily faster thrusts into her pussy, before her breathing became sharper and her moans threatened to be heard out in the hallway.

Harriet heard her phone drop to the table, the sounds of her moaning still playing quietly as Ms. Cane brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her own cries. The other hand clutched the edge of the desk tightly as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

Harriet could feel her vagina clamping down against her fingers in the throes of pleasure, as if wringing the last pleasure out of her before her body sagged in exhaustion.

Wordlessly, Cane sat at her desk, her skirt pushed up to her hips, recovering her breath. After giving her a moment to recuperate, Harriet slowly slipped her fingers from within her now soaking wet pussy, and eased herself back until she sat on her heels.

She looked at the juices on her fingers for a moment, unsure what to do with them. Glancing up, Harriet still couldn't see her mistress' face, so took a chance, placing the slick digits into her mouth and sucking them dry.

'It's not like I haven't tasted it before,' she thought to herself, but a moment later felt deep shame for the unnecessary act.

As soon as she started to move her leg back, preparing to slip out from the other side of the desk, she felt hands against her cheeks. Cane's hands stroked through her hair, settling on the back of her head, before pulling her closer. Before she knew it, her head was back between her legs as her face came within inches of Ms. Cane's crotch.

"Suck my clit, slut," Cane said, before she wrapped her legs around Harriet, pressing her tightly against herself. Harriet pulled back as best as she could so that she could comply while still breathing, wrapping her lips around the engorged bud and circling it with her tongue.

As soon as she started up her attentions, she could tell Ms. Cane was already close, from her breathing and the way her body writhed against her. Her legs hugged her tighter, so Harriet decided to suck with more vigour, hoping to get her off before she really started to struggle for air.

Mere moments later, she got her wish, as her teacher tensed up, letting out a sharp gasp. With her hands still on the back of her head and her legs still wrapped around her, she shuddered through her second orgasm, using Harriet's mouth like a toy until she could take no more and pushed her away.

Harriet caught her breath, falling onto her ass after suddenly being let free from Cane's grasp. She got to her knees, then stumbled to her feet, leaning against the desk for support. Looking over to Ms. Cane, Harriet saw her lounging in her chair unlike she'd seen her before, with a giddy smile on her face.

Taking note of her own appearance, Harriet brought her hand to her mouth. She could feel her mistress' juices all across her lips and chin, a reminder of her submission to the role of personal slave. 'So much for control,' she thought to herself as she went to wipe the cum away.

"No, stop that," Cane drawled. "I think you should hold onto that feeling for a little while."

Once lazily relaxed against her desk chair, drained from the orgasm, Cane transformed before her student, pulling her panties back on, straightening out her skirt and standing up straight. She rounded the desk, abruptly grasping Harriet's face between her thumb and forefinger.

"I wonder what will be more drenched," she said, looking down on her servant, "your face or your pussy?"

Ms. Cane let go of her prey and strolled right behind her, leaving Harriet facing the desk once again. Not needing to be reminded, Harriet leaned forward, sticking her ass out as she pressed her hands and chest against the table.

"Make your bet," she heard her teacher say as her jeans were undone and pulled down her legs to the floor. Harriet couldn't tell, but knowing herself today, and this week, she had an idea, and for once was honest in the face of this humiliation.

"My pussy," she said quietly, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she spoke.

"Correct," Cane replied, as she slid her finger along her slit, gliding across Harriet's wet lips. Harriet stifled a whimper at the touch, no longer surprised at how turned on she had gotten from pleasuring Ms. Cane, but no less ashamed of her body's reactions.

"Don't worry... you've been a good girl," Cane said with condescension. As she spoke, she pressed her fingers deeper between her lips. It was as if the sparks of pleasure came from her words as much as her actions, rewards for being a good slave.

*Slap!*

The moment was broken as the fingers were pulled away and she was spanked across her bare ass. Harriet's head rose from the table in surprise, looking back at her teacher as she rose her hand to swat her another time.

*Slap!*

"Ah!" Harriet gasped, looking back with indignation, though knowing better than to complain. In response, Cane trailed her fingertips over her behind as she drew closer, bending down to whisper in Harriet's ear.

"This isn't because you need to punished, it's because I just... love doing it. After all, you're my plaything, aren't you?"

The question was more of a rhetorical one from her tone, but without thinking Harriet responded with, "yes mistress." Smiling at the words, she gave her two more short slaps to her butt before moving to the side of the desk in search of something.

"I've got a treat for you," the voice, behind her again, said. "You showed me a lovely little video, so I have something to show you now - and I'll give you a massage to go with it."

Harriet felt her hands return to her pussy again, and the probing fingers found her wet as ever, her warm hole welcoming them inside. Harriet clenched her eyes shut as she felt two fingers slip in her vagina.

'This isn't meant to feel so good so soon,' she thought as the pleasure built inside her. 'I haven't even been teased... as much as before.'

Hearing the sound of something patter on top of the desk in front of her, Harriet opened her eyes, straining to look ahead of her with her face against the table. She could just about make out a shape, and as her eyesight focused she made out a photo. Raising her head to get a better look, her heart dropped.

It was her. There she was, bent over a desk in this very room. From the looks of it, Harriet was wearing nothing but bright red panties in the photo, her butt and bare legs displayed for all to see. Her head was to its side, and while her face was partially covered by her hair, it wouldn't be too hard to identify her.

"This is from... Friday?"

"Mhm," Cane muttered, stroking Harriet's hair as if comforting her. And, in a confusing clash of feelings, she brought her feelings back to her pussy and stroked her again. Harriet groaned, only in part from new revelation.

"And these are from yesterday..."

Another photo was dropped in front of her, showing her on Monday. This time, she was stood up, bending over as she slipped her jeans down her legs. For all intents and purposes, it looked like she was stripping for the camera.

"Goddd..." Harriet whimpered as the fingers continued to explore her nether regions, while she was give a photographic tour of past submissions.

The next photo showed her bent over again, this time over the desk like the first. Difference being that she was clad in nothing, the shot pulled in close to capture her pink ass and bare pussy. Harriet could even tell, when she looked carefully, that she was wet.

As each photo was added to the pile, she could feel Ms. Cane's fingers go deeper, touch more of the right places, and bring her closer to the edge. Seeing herself in these compromising positions should have panicked her, but instead they accelerated her already high desire to cum, and she was partly glad that she was too overwhelmed by the feeling to wonder why.

The last photo showed the top of her head, and it took her a moment before she understood what was being shown. She gasped as she saw two bare legs on either side of her head, her face undoubtedly buried in her mistress' crotch, her eager tongue serving like a dutiful slave.

This final glimpse was too much for her, and the finger pistoning away inside her sparked up a sudden spark inside. There was no slow build to her impending climax, just a split-second warning as she became more sensitive. Her mouth let out a smothered squeal as her body began to tense up with the intensity, but just as she reached the precipice, she felt the fingers abruptly removed from her, and Cane backed away from her entirely.

The unexpected orgasm was so close that Harriet felt as if her body, especially the muscles around her crotch, started to ache with the ruined orgasm. She was confused as to how it had happened so soon, and more than a little worried that she looked too much like a rule-breaker now. The silence between them felt heavy, especially as their physical contact had ceased, but when it resumed it wasn't quite the same.

*Slap!*

Harriet's body bolted as her mistress spanked her hard, leaving her hugging the table in shock. The sharp blow to her behind was harsher than before, an immediate punishment for her body's mistake.

"You were about to cum then, weren't you?"

*Slap!*

"Naughty...

*Slap!*

"...girl."

*Slap!*

With each spank she was left with a stinging on her cheeks worse than during her previous spankings. She could tell that Cane was displeased, and knew she wanted to communicate that as clearly as possible. Before it went on any longer, Harriet decided to speak up.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please mistress... I don't know what happened... it sneaked up on me." Her mistress paused at her words, as if taking them in, leaving Harriet in deadly silence. "I'm just... too turned on," she confessed, hoping the honesty won her some favour.

"You have been waiting a long time to cum," Cane said eventually, before coming closer and whispering into her ear. "A slut like you wants to cum, wants her pussy touched, but she also needs to know some control."

Harriet's hair was tugged from behind, and as she felt her head being yanked backwards, she stood up and backed away from the desk. Turning around, she came face to face with her mistress, who had clenched her hair in her fist, holding her head close to hers. To her surprise, her teacher leaned in extending her tongue and lightly touching her cheek with the tip.

"You taste like pussy still," she said, enjoying the mix of arousal and shame on her student's face. "Now sit up on that table and play with yours. Now."

Cane let go, leaving her to stumble against the desk. She didn't waste any time, knowing how close she got to breaking a rule. Noting how strange it felt that she had been fully-clothed this entire time, Harriet kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans.

Hopping up onto her teacher's desk, she could feel one of the photos below her bare ass and was reminded of her compromised position, but knew better than to move. Harriet knew that an obedient slave was what she needed to be right now, so she opened her legs and began to lightly stroke her wet pussy, not for the first time today.

"Fuck," Harriet cursed herself, feeling as if she was getting close again already.

'What the hell is wrong with me,' she thought as her fingers rolled over her clit, every movement bringing her coveted orgasm nearer. Her head was lifted by Cane, who grabbed her by the chin and looked into her eyes as she spoke.

"I want you to get as close to cumming as you can, then stop."

Harriet involuntarily whimpered at her words, and the intensity of being held in such a way, with her fingers working their magic, brought her there within seconds. Just as she felt the wonderful feeling start to rise inside her, she stopped completely, letting her wet fingers rest against her bare thigh as she panted.

"Good girl," Cane said, clearly amused. "That was certainly quick."

Harriet glared at her, trying to think of anything else apart from the aching need between her thighs. 'I thought I did well today, but this is worse than being spanked,' she thought in her brief respite.

"Again."

Harriet's fingers were back on her before she'd even finished the word. Her touch was electric, and she could feel that with each time she was getting closer to an orgasm more quickly. Her slit was so wet she could touch her most sensitive spots with ease, and could feel droplets heading down from her lips to her inner thighs.

Before she let herself get too wrapped up in the feeling, Harriet stopped again. She couldn't help but groan in frustration after leaving her orgasm behind while so near, looking to her mistress with desperation.

Cane responded only with a smile, coming in close to lean against the desk alongside her pet. Harriet's breath slowed, and looking down she could see her pussy was glistening with her juices, twitching slightly as the pleasure began to dissipate.

"Good girl," she whispered after some time had passed, shocking Harriet by reaching over her leg and placing her hand on her crotch. Without further words, she gently began to run her fingers along her wet slit, until she found her now-engorged clitoris and delicately circled it with her fingertip.

"Ohhh," Harriet moaned, not even trying to stifle it at this point. Cane began to hold her clit in place between two fingertips, her middle finger stroking it up and down. Harriet's body began to tense up at the sensation, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she got to the edge once again.

"You may think you've gone as far as you can go, but I think you can go further," Cane said, an ominous statement that would have left Harriet worried if she wasn't so overwhelmed. She took her fingers away for a moment, a break that Harriet was both glad and disappointed over, moving away from the table to stand in front of her.

Harriet felt a little self-conscious, knowing that her teacher stood directly in front of her, with her legs open and pussy open and on display. Ms. Cane stepped forward, pushing her knees further apart as she approached, then brought her fingers back to her pussy. She probed her with one finger until she found the source of her wetness, sliding one, then two fingers inside her with absolute ease.