Schoolgirl Domme Ch. 04

"As I said," Belinda explained, "I don't do it for a living. It's a weekend thing. A hobby. And this is where I do it."

"You've got a client with you now?"

"Yes. Someone you might possibly remember."

"You said it's not Fran."

"No. And it's not mum either, before you ask."

The moment had come. No avoiding it.

"How did –"

"It's all right. She understood."

"Did she?"

"In fact, she said you were right. Bad timing: you about to go off to university. About to start a new life. She's well. She got married a couple of years ago. So now I have two mothers. Isn't that strange?"

I wanted to ask more – so much more – but there were footsteps in the corridor: the client was ready.

"Bear with me. I have to get into role."

There was a timid knock on the door. Belinda sat at the teacher's desk. Deliberately taking her time, she arranged a couple of things on it and then said:

"Come in."

The door opened and a schoolgirl came in, looking nervous and standing with her leg bent. I just stared.

It was her. The girl from the café. She was dressed in school uniform now, very tarty, with her tie loose and her skirt too short. I had thought she reminded me of someone, but who? And how had she known me?

Belinda spoke, in her stern schoolmistress voice.

"This is my friend Louise. She will be joining us this evening." I shot Belinda a glance: would I now? "Tell her your name."

The girl looked at me. Once again I thought how very pretty she was. Quite beautiful really. In fact, I wouldn't mind...

She had just the sort of breathy little girl's voice I would have guessed. And just the sort that turns me on, damn her. "My name is Cindy. And I am Mistress Belinda's personal schoolgirl slut. Please feel free to beat me, spank me, or fuck me in any way you choose."

"Good slut. And now tell Louise who you were."

To my surprise, she lifted her skirt, pulled her panties to one side (red satin with a black lace trim. Someone had been to the Sex Shop). I was looking at a cock.

"I used to be called Simon," she said, "when we first met. But now I'm Cindy and I belong to Mistress Belinda."

Of course.

Without knowing what I was doing, I fell to my knees and kissed her cock. Licked it. Then I stood up and picked up my bag. I took all the school uniform items out of it and laid them on the school desks. Finally I took out the last item, the one I nearly didn't bring. I handed it to Belinda. I shook my hair out of the way as she put my slave collar round my neck. Then I knelt at her feet.

"You know what, Cindy?" I said: "So do I."

THE END