Schoolgirl Domme Ch. 01

"Take a moment and then crawl to me," Belinda instructed her.

Fran was kneeling again, still facing the wall. She seemed to be composing herself. And as I watched, I could see the change come over her. She was breathing deeply, like an athlete or a gymnast psyching herself up before an event. Then she stood up, very calmly, and looked Belinda in the eye. Belinda met her gaze and Fran nodded – a sort of sign of understanding and consent. She got down on all fours and crawled across the room to where Belinda was standing. Then she sat up on her heels, like a dog.

"Tell Louise who and what you are."

Fran looked me in the eye, quite matter-of-fact, as if this were the most normal thing in the world, and said, "My name is Trixie. I am Belinda's personal slave. Her slut, her bitch and her whore. I am her cunt slave to do with as she wishes. I am her three-holed whore, and my body is entirely hers. I am her property. I have signed an agreement giving Belinda, my Mistress, complete control over me. I will service her every need, I will fulfil her every wish. I accept her control and her punishment. If I commit a fault, I must be disciplined and punished severely. I am her teacher slave and always will be. This is what I am and this is what I am very happy to be."

I just stared – I was lost here, I didn't know what to do or where to look. It was both horrifying – this was my teacher, for heaven's sake – and also the most sexy, erotic, exciting thing I had ever heard anyone say. And then, quite unexpectedly –

SLAP!!

Belinda has slapped Fran's – Trixie's? – face.

"What did you call me, you slut?"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I called you Belinda. I should have said Mistress Belinda."

"Too right you should. I'm going to punish you for that."

"Yes, please do, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

And she stood up, pulled up her shirt to expose her bum (I just stared – I was looking at my English teacher's bum) and bent over one of the chairs, gripping its arms. Belinda walked over to her and paused. I looked at her face; she was sneering with contempt.

"You really are a pathetic fucking slut. What are you?"

"I'm a pathetic fucking slut, Mistress."

"What are you?"

"I'm a pathetic fucking slut, Mistress!"

SLAP!!

Belinda slapped Fran's – Trixie's – rump hard with her hand.

"Thank you, Mistress! Slap me again please!"

So she did. Hard slaps on each buttock in turn. And with each slap Belinda uttered an insult – "You whore!" – SLAP!! – "You cunt!" – SLAP!! – "You cocksucking twat!" – SLAP!! And with each slap Trixie – I was thinking of her as Trixie now – responded: "Thank you, Mistress! Yes, I'm a whore!" "Oh, THANK you, Mistress. Yes, I'm a cunt!" "Thank you, Mistress! Yes, I'm a cocksucking twat!"

I watched, fascinated. Seeing my teacher humiliated and spanked by a schoolgirl in this way was one of the most powerful turn-ons I had ever known. And then Belinda picked up the riding crop.

"Right, you fucking teacher slut, I'm going to teach you to respect me."

And she suddenly whipped the riding crop across Trixie's bum. Trixie bucked and gave a yelp, and then stammered, "Oh, thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much." Belinda did it a second time. Again, Trixie bucked and this time her head sank onto the chair. Again she stammered out her thanks. And a third time Belinda whipped the riding crop across Trixie's bum, which was now looking very red and shiny. Trixie's head was buried in the chair now and she moved a hand towards her bum but Belinda firmly batted it away. And Trixie looked up and spoke out clearly: "Thank you, Mistress, for whipping your fucking stupid, filthy fucking teacher whore."

And then Belinda held the riding crop out to me.

"Do you want to have a go?"

Panic. I didn't know what to do.

"It's quite easy. Just stand here and whip it across the bitch's bum."

"I don't want to hurt her."

"Don't worry about that. The bitch loves it. Don't you, bitch?"

And Trixie – or was it Fran? – looked up at me, her eyes full of yearning, and nodded. So I stood up and took the riding crop.

The first blow didn't really work. I was too timid and hit her too lightly. Still worried about hurting her. The second one was a bit firmer but still too feeble.

"You're getting the idea," Belinda encouraged me. "Now, really crack this one."

WHACK!!

Trixie cried out – "Wowww!!" I was so surprised: like having a go at a shooting stall at a funfair and unexpectedly hitting the bullseye. And then I knew that I loved it.

Belinda spoke in a firm voice of authority. "Do it again."

I did. Trixie was now crying out with pain.

"Again!"

I whipped her. Tears were coming to Trixie's face and she gripped the chair hard. And – what was that I was feeling?

"Again!"

I aimed a sharp painful cut across her bum cheeks. The crop was beginning to leave a mark across her bum now. And now I knew what I was feeling. I was enjoying this. I looked down at my English teacher's bare arse and I knew I too was sneering with contempt.

"Give the bitch one more. And make it good. And you – push your fat arse up further."

God, I loved this. Seeing that fucking whore in her beautiful white shirt thrusting her arse up towards me for me to whip it. I could have spent all night doing this. I laid the crop across her arse carefully, tapping it a few times to build up the tension. I took aim at where I wanted to hit – across the widest part of her arse, where her bum cheeks bulged into a perfect rounded peach shape. I lifted the crop high, back across my left shoulder and snapped it down hard. There was a loud crack and Trixie screamed. She fell forward onto the chair, gulping the air, and I heard a sob. She was crying. Her hands were gripped into tight fists and her whole body squirmed. "Oh my God", I thought, "I've hurt her badly. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

But Belinda looked at me with a look of surprised respect in her eye. "Well done", she said, and she obviously meant it. She turned to Trixie, who was still gulping down her sobs. "What do you say to Louise, who has punished you so well?"

And to my surprise – my amazement – Trixie looked up at me, put up her arms, took my head in her hands, and kissed me. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, darling, so much." And she kissed me again.

Then Belinda's voice spoke, very clear and cool: "Why don't you thank Louise properly?"

Trixie looked me directly in the eye, and I saw a mischievous glint. "Oh yes, Mistress."

"Take your skirt off, Louise. Then sit down."

There was no mistaking the tone of Belinda's voice. She was giving me orders too. And I obeyed her. I had no question in my mind. Looking straight at Trixie I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Trixie licked her lips. I sat down and Trixie started crawling across the floor towards me, slowly, like a cat. When she reached me, her head went down and I realised she was kissing my shoes. Kissing them, giving them little licks. Then she started kissing my ankles. I looked down at her. This was my English teacher, for heaven's sake, and she was lying at my feet, kissing my shoes. It was the horniest thing I had ever seen in my life: I began to tremble with pleasure.

"Keep still!" Belinda's voice was firm. I gripped the sofa cushions to keep my feelings in check as I felt Trixie's mouth on my legs, kissing my calves, licking my stockings, right leg, left leg, licking all the way up them. Now she was at my thighs, parting my legs and coming between them. I looked down at her hair, at the top of her head, and then a tingle ran through my body as I felt her tongue at the top of my thighs, directly on the bare flesh. She was kissing my thighs – I felt a surge of pleasure like an electric charge sent through my whole body. I gripped her head, as she kissed one leg, then the other, inching ever closer to my knickers, to my cunt. I felt her fingers inside my knickers – black and lacy (no, not school regulation) – moving them to one side. And then her tongue was among my pubes, licking my cunt lips. I gasped. I had always dreamed of this. Again I looked down at my teacher. "You're my teacher," I gasped. "You're licking my cunt?" She pulled away for a moment and looked at me, a triumphant smile on her lips. "I'm your fucking teacher whore," she said, "And I'm licking your lovely, fucking schoolgirl cunt. And I love it!" And she buried her face in my cunt, nuzzling her way between my thighs, easing my legs wide open. Her tongue was lapping between my cunt lips now, and I could feel how wet I was becoming. She was pressing her face into my cunt, washing her face in my juices. Her tongue was inside me now, French kissing my cunt. I was in heaven. "That is fucking amazing! Fuck me, Trixie, you fucking teacher cunt licker! Lick my fucking cunt you fucking slut! You gorgeous fucking teacher whore!!"

And then her tongue licked my clit and I nearly screamed with pleasure. She was flicking it with her tongue, running her tongue over it, sucking it into her mouth. I was melting into her, my juices were running freely and I felt my head would explode – I was about to cum more than I ever had or ever would in my life.

"I am cumming you gorgeous fucking twat twiddler! You dyke! You gorgeous lesbian cunt!"

And then Belinda's voice rapped out sharply!

"That's enough! Pull away from her now! She's not allowed to cum yet."

And Trixie stopped. I just stared. My chest was heaving, I had to cum, I had to. I moved my hand to my cunt to bring myself off –

"Leave that! Wait your turn!"

And I was so surprised, I did as I was old. I sat a moment, clearing my head, getting my breath back, until the moment had passed, I breathed more steadily, the need to cum had subsided. Trixie crawled back across the floor to sit at Belinda's feet. "Good girl," said Belinda, as if Trixie were a dog that had performed a new trick. Which, perhaps, she was.

"Now, Louise, it's time for you to drive Trixie mad, just as she's just driven you."

"You want me to lick her?"

"Not yet. I'll show you what I want you to do. Stand up."

I stood up.

"Now look at you," said Belinda. "Did you ever see such a sexy schoolgirl? Nice clean blouse, smart tie, gorgeous stockings. No skirt. Quite shameless, isn't she?"

Trixie looked straight at me and nodded. "Yes, Mistress, she is. A shameless schoolgirl slut."

"Now, Louise, do exactly as I say. Put your finger in your mouth."

"What?"

"Do it."

I put my finger in my mouth. Almost instinctively, I bent one leg, so I looked – and felt – like a sexy schoolgirl who knew exactly what effect she was having on her teacher.

"Good. Now, take the ponytail out and rough your hair up a bit."

So I did. It felt such a cliché, but it worked. I felt sexier than I had ever felt in my life.

"Very good. Fuck, but you are good looking, Louise. I could fuck you myself – in fact, I probably will. Would you like that?"

I hadn't actually thought in terms of fucking Belinda – I hadn't even thought in terms of fancying her. But I knew I loved the idea of her fucking me in my uniform like this. "Oh yes," I said, "I would love that."

"Good. Now loosen your tie."

I undid my top button and loosened my tie. I knew how fucking sexy I felt now – I felt like sweet sex on legs. And Trixie often thought the same: her eyes were out on stalks and I swear she was purring like a cat. She was obviously finding it hard to sit still and watch as I did my act.

"Loosen it more. And undo two more buttons."

I loosened my tie so it hung down more like a loose scarf than a tie. And I undid two more buttons of my school blouse.

"Pull your shirt open so we can see your tits."

I parted the front, pulled my tie to one side and pushed my tits out. I was wearing a black bra that gave a good cleavage.

"Stay like that. Do not take your shirt or tie off. Understand?"

"I understand. What about my bra?"

"Keep it on for the moment. You are such a fucking slut, you know, Louise."

God, I loved her calling me that. I felt a warm glow going through my whole body.

"Oh God, yes," I said. "I am a slut. I love being a slut. A sexy fucking schoolgirl slut."

"Right," said Belinda, "now for the finishing touch. Turn your collar up."

I was in heaven. I even think I closed my eyes for a moment. It was what I dreamed of, what I practised in front of the mirror, the way I always dressed when I fantasised and practised kissing my reflection: school shirt, loose tie, upturned collar. I reached up and turned up my collar.

It looked as if Trixie was having the same reaction. She looked up at Belinda, imploringly. "Please, Mistress? Please? Please? Pleeease?"

"Very well. Go on, then."

I didn't even see her move. Suddenly Trixie was on top of me, her tongue half way down my throat, and I was French kissing her back as if my whole life depended on it. She was all over me, gripping me to her, her hand on my tits and then in my knickers. I felt her tongue licking my nipples – delicious. Now she was French kissing me again and I was kissing her back. Oh yes, I was kissing her. I wanted to kiss her for ever. Now her fingers were inside me, she was rubbing my cunt furiously, desperately. Her fingers had found my clit. I braced my legs as I felt my whole body on fire. She pulled away from my mouth and hissed in my ear, "Cum, you fucking little schoolgirl whore. I've got my fingers in your twat, you little slut." It was gorgeous to hear that dirty language coming from my teacher's mouth.

"I'm cumming, I'm fucking well cumming."

"Cum, you whore." I loved her.

"I am a whore. I'm a fucking slut and I'm cummmmming!"

I think I just grunted and a spasm ran through my whole body. I felt myself stagger backwards and I fell onto the sofa.

"God, Louise, you are one gorgeous fucking slut. You know that?"

I looked up at Trixie – at my teacher, I had to keep reminding myself – and grinned. Yes, I was a slut, and I didn't want to be anything else.

"Do you want to make me cum?" she asked.

I nodded. "Oh yes!"

She turned back to Belinda. "May she, Mistress? May she make your teacher slave cum?"

Belinda looked straight at me and sneered. "Do it, you slut." It was like a slap in the face. And I loved it.

Trixie pulled my head towards her cunt. "Lick me, slut. Lick me out."

I had never done this before, and I wasn't even quite sure what to do. Her cunt lips were wet and I took a tentative lick – and immediately choked on a hair in my mouth. I got rid of that and moved in again, licking more confidently now. She was groaning, her hand gripping my head. Then I found her clit and started licking that, little licks, flicking it with my tongue. I felt her begin to shudder. "Oh yessss!" she was saying, "Lick me. Eat me. Drink me!"

And I was drinking her. Her juices were all over my face, and still I licked her, faster now, and bigger licks, just as she had licked me. Suddenly she shouted out in a low, almost grunting voice, "I. Am. Cumming. You. Brilliant. Schoolgirl. Whore." Her whole body shook and she let go of my head. I looked up at her, smiling, and she bent down and kissed me again. "Thank you, darling. God, you're good."

"I'm impressed, Louise", said Belinda, from across the room: "very impressed. Now, I think there's just one more thing you can do for my slave. Here."

And she came over and handed me a surgical glove. I looked at it, puzzled.

"Put it on."

I put it on, still wondering what I was to do.

"Now finger fuck her arse."

Trixie almost exploded next to me. "Oh yes, Louise, please please please please please please finger fuck my arse. Please, darling, please, I'm begging you – stick your finger right up my fucking arse."

"Right. OK."

Belinda spoke again, firmly. "Trixie, you whore, lie down and stick your big arse in the air. She's got a big arse, hasn't she?"

I looked at it. Yes, I suppose she had.

"Oh yes, Mistress. I've got a fat arse. It needs to be spanked, Mistress, and it needs to be fucked. My arse is yours, Mistress, my fucking arse is yours."

"Good," said Belinda. "So Louise is going to fuck it with her finger. All right, Louise?"

I nodded. Trixie was pulling her bum cheeks apart from me as I slid my finger into her bum hole. Hard to say how it felt to me – tight but slippery and rather knobbly sums it up best – but Trixie almost erupted with pleasure. "Oh fuck, that is so good! That is so fucking good! Thank you, Louise! Thank you for finger fucking your teacher! Your teacher wants your fingers up her fucking arse every fucking day!" She was groaning and squirming in a sort of agony of joy. I think I was just interested to see the effect as much s I was turned on. So I slid a second finger in and she almost collapsed. She was trembling now and could hardly speak, the feelings running through her body were so intense.

Which, of course, made me wonder what it would feel like to have the same thing done to me.

I drew my fingers out in the end, of course, and Trixie sat panting like a sprinter after a race. But the evening wasn't over yet. Belinda just clicked her fingers and Trixie obediently crawled over and sat at her feet.

"You two make a good pair," said Belinda. "I think I'll use you again." Then she turned to Trixie, nuzzling her face as if she were a dog. "You love fucking girls in school uniform, don't you, you slut? Yes you do! Yes you do!"

"Yes, Mistress. I love it. It turns me on so much!"

"And you, Louise, you've been aching to fuck your teacher for months. Don't deny it – I've seen you."

"Yes," I said, "I have."

"Good. Well, now's your chance. Slut! Fetch the snake!"

For a moment I thought she meant a real snake, which alarmed me – I can't stand them – but Trixie crawled over to a drawer (even then it didn't escape me that she obviously knew her way round this flat) and came back with a sort of long pink sausage in her mouth. It was floppy – it hung down on either side of her mouth. It took me a moment to register what it was, and when I did I confess I laughed. I'd seen pictures of these things – in fact Belinda and I had laughed ourselves silly over them when we looked through a sex aids magazine. It was a double-ended dildo – or a double dong as we had called it, giggling uncontrollably. But Trixie didn't pause when I laughed – she presented the dildo to Belinda like a good dog and then crawled over to me.

"You'd better take your knickers off", she said to me as she reached me. And I did, as Belinda brought the dildo over. Trixie and I sat opposite each other on the sofa – which was large enough for it, luckily – and Belinda stood over us, with the dildo in her hand.

"Start wanking, both of you," she commanded. Trixie and I looked each other in the eye as we both started to touch our cunts. Though in fact we were both so wet the dildo would have no trouble going in.

"Right. Teacher slut first." And Belinda slid one end into Trixie's open cunt. Trixie gave a little gasp and caught her breath. Then she looked at me again.

"Now, schoolgirl whore." And Belinda slid it inside me. I closed my eyes. It filled my cunt. It felt warm and long and – just – good. Then Trixie began to rock her body, fucking herself with her end of the dildo. I began to do the same, in rhythm with her. And soon we were both gasping as the dildo fucked us both at the same time. Faster and faster we rocked, as if we pushing it from one cunt to the other. I looked at Trixie – her eyes were wide with excitement. And I knew – she was fucking me. My English teacher was fucking me. I felt I would die from pleasure.

You probably want me to say we both shuddered to an ecstatic climax together, but that only happens in erotic fiction: sorry. I came first – I was less experienced and didn't know how to hold it in. Trixie kept it going much longer – I was beginning to feel a bit sore in fact – until eventually, with a great grunt and a cry of "Fuck!!" she came too. We lay back on the sofa, getting our breath back, and then Trixie slipped it out of her cunt and eased it out of mine. We sat up together and Trixie took the dildo, still wet with her juices, and slipped her end of it into her mouth. And I took my end into my mouth, sucking on the pretend cock and licking up my own cunt juices. With my gorgeous sexy English teacher next to me, doing exactly the same, it was sheer heaven.