Welcome To Edenville Ch. 01

Welcome to Edenville-the town of desires.

Located in the middle of Georgia, Edenville is home to citizens who seek the fulfillment of living their sexual lifestyles 24/7 in a safe and open community. Thus, Edenville was founded in the 1960s by Winnie Eden and her followers who sought the same sexual liberation their past lives restricted.

Disclaimer: Any character mentioned in this story is 18 years of age or older.

Enjoy!

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"Now, class, who can tell me when Founder's Day is this year in Edenville and why we celebrate it here?" Ms. Shelby Melrose asked her seemingly empty classroom full of unresponsive daydreaming or napping pupils. Her long candy apple red finger nails tap themselves against her contrasting ivy green sweater as she scans the room for a potential answer. The projector's soft hums fill the classroom with the only sound it appears she will receive as students stare into nothingness.

Suddenly, as fate would have it, a small hand shot up in the back of the classroom and like an eagle who has spotted its prey, Ms. Melrose's hazel eyes quickly turned in the direction of the hand that called her like Daisy's green light beacon calling Gatsby.

Attached to the small hand, was none other than sweet and smart, Carrie Marshall. Head cheerleader and captain of the debate team, Carrie Marshall, was the star pupil all the teachers raved about in the teacher's lounge over morning coffee and report card reviews.

Ms. Melrose's muted pink painted lips curled into a smile.

"Yes, Carrie?"

"Edenville is celebrating Founder's Day this Friday, October 13th. We celebrate this town holiday because it reminds our community the importance of Edenville's beginnings. On this day in the 1960s, Winnie officially signed the documents the state of Georgia needed to recognize Edenvile as a community of sexual freedom and expression," Carrie responded as her glossy plump lips smiled back at Ms. Melrose. Her blue eyes twinkled with satisfaction and pride in herself as Ms. Melrose nodded in agreement to her statement.

"Thank you, Carrie, for responding among the graveyard of eighth period English Studies. Now, let me explain the next book we will be reading for-" and before Ms. Melrose could finish that statement, the bells rang and suddenly, the classroom was alive and ready to head home.

"Alright, I'll give you the background and summary tomorrow, but please finish those Founder's Day and Traditions essays before the end of the week!"

As students filed out in droves from her classroom, Ms. Melrose turned to the blackboard to erase the notes she had written earlier, the chalk dust had seemingly stuck perfectly to the new erasers she bought last week and a beautiful fresh blackboard appeared within seconds. Ms. Melrose turned off the projector and pushed it next to her desk before collecting the homework dropped off in her collection basket. As she was placing the stack of papers into her tote bag, she noticed that someone was still around.

Ms. Melrose looked up at the straggler and smiled when she saw Carrie Marshall still sitting in her seat. Her curled strawberry blonde hair shined effortlessly as the sunlight streamed through the open windows. It contrasted nicely against her navy blue blazer and plaid skirt. Upon further inspection, Ms. Melrose noticed that Carrie was wearing a white frill garter belt to hold up her nude thigh high stockings. Her skirt was rolled up to her mid thigh so that when she uncrossed her thin legs, she revealed a white thong with daisies.

"What are you doing sitting over there?" Ms. Melrose asked firmly as Carrie silently got out of her desk and swiftly walked over to where Ms. Melrose was standing so that she could kneel at her feet. Carrie looked up at her beautiful teacher with such admiration, she could feel herself soaking her newly purchased thong. Carrie loved Ms. Melrose's small B-cup breasts-pillowy soft and the most sensitive nipples Carrie had ever sucked on. She also loved Ms. Melrose's soft, but firm bush of dark brown hair that coated her pubic area. It was like a secret garden that hid Ms. Melrose's sweet nectar that made Carrie swoon.

"You were very good today pet," Ms. Melrose cooed as one candy apple red fingernail gently traced her cheek down to her collarbone in a hypnotizing fashion. Carrie couldn't keep her eyes open as she enjoyed Ms. Melrose's touch and scent, her floral perfume was enough to make Carrie's mouth water, but it was the faint musk of what was underneath that black pencil skirt that made Carrie enjoy her submission to Ms. Melrose.

"Thank you Mistress," Carrie replied dutifully as Ms. Melrose gently kissed Carrie's plump glossy lips. Her tongue was comforting and yet dominating as it explored every ounce of Carrie mouth. Carrie moaned as Ms. Melrose moved her hands to Carrie's C-cup breasts. No bra was a requirement Ms. Melrose expected of Carrie to follow everyday unless specified-Carrie never minded discarding the bra, it was more freeing and accessible. When Carrie first became Ms. Melrose's submissive, she was insecure that her breasts were bigger than her Mistresses, but Ms. Melrose taught her how to love those titties because those were the only ones Ms. Melrose enjoyed fondling and teasing-they were perfect.

Ms. Melrose's fingers gracefully danced over Carrie's erected nipples. Carrie whimpered with want as Ms. Melrose lightly pulled onto the piercing rings, a new addition to Carrie's submissive appearance. Ms. Melrose smirked as Carrie moaned louder when she tugged at the metal jewelry a bit harder.

"You're so responsive today. I think I shall reward you. Would you like that pet?" Ms. Melrose cooed, her hand still firmly wrapped around her nipple ring, as Carrie nodded in eagerness.

Ms. Melrose released her grip from Carrie's nipples and walked behind her desk to sit on her black leather chair.

"Come," Ms. Melrose commanded and instantly Carrie crawled over to her Mistress, her breasts swayed gently with each step across the wooden floor. Her butt cheeks could feel the wind brush up against her underneath her plaid skirt.

Carrie looked at her Mistress with delight and began to slowly remove her Mistress' heels from her thigh high stocking clad feet. She began with her feet-kissing them slowly through the soft fabric and taking in the tantalizing smells. Carrie then moved up Ms. Melrose's leg hungrily until she reached the hem of her black pencil skirt, this was the spot Carrie had been waiting for. The scent of her Mistress' nectar filled her nostrils to the point where Carrie just wanted to lap it all up greedily, but she waited for further instructions from Ms. Melrose.

"Go ahead pet. You deserve it," Ms. Melrose replied as she looked into Carrie's wide blue eyes. Here was a beautiful submissive Ms. Melrose could call and love her own. Carrie was hers and hers alone. She was responsible and eager to please, sometimes she had her fits of rebellion, but only in an effort to seek punishment. Carrie lifted the hem of Ms. Melrose' skirt and began to leave a trail of kisses on the inside of her upper thighs. She enjoyed the smooth and delicate touch of Ms. Melrose's skin against her glossy lips. As Carrie got closer to Ms. Melrose's core, her nectar was leaking through her thinly lined panties, releasing the musky scent Carrie fingered herself too when she was home.

Carrie lightly stuck her teeth out to grab one of the thin straps of Ms. Melrose's panties before tugging until they began to slip off Ms. Melrose's hips and fell to her ankles. Ms. Melrose lifted her legs so that Carrie could further remove her panties. When Carrie had them off her Mistress' legs, she folded the fabric up and placed them in the pocket of her skirt.

"I see you got your take home treat," Ms. Melrose stated as Carrie nodded happily and began to lick her clit. Ms. Melrose's increasing moans made Carrie squirm with pleasure as her Mistress' hands tugged at Carrie's hair to direct her movements. Ms. Melrose's fingers ran through Carrie's hair as Carrie's tongue delved deeper with more force. She could feel that her Mistress was on the verge of cumming and couldn't help but touch herself through her own soaked thong in the process. Once Ms. Melrose climaxed, Carrie's face was coated in the juices of her wonderful Mistress.

"You're beautiful," Ms. Melrose said as she bent down to kiss Carrie's cum stained lips. Carrie whimpered as Ms. Melrose deepened the kiss.

"I want you to undress yourself and once you are done, put your hands on the desk in a standing position, make sure you are turned away from me pet. We're going to have some fun," Ms. Melrose instructed as Carrie quickly tore her blazer off from her limbs, practically ripped her blouse, hurriedly unzipped her skirt, and pulled her thong off in the process. Ms. Melrose had a key in her hand from her keychain and began to insert it into the bottom locked drawer of her desk. When the drawer opened, it revealed two vibrators, a dildo, lubricant, a ball gag, a leash and collar, and a set of nipple clamps. Carrie shivered in excitement at the thought of what her Mistress might do to her standing over her desk in such a vulnerable position.

Ms. Melrose put her heels back on and stood behind Carrie. She placed a kiss on Carrie's exposed shoulder, leaving a red stained mark, a further symbol of ownership from her Mistress. Carrie moaned as Ms. Melrose began to slowly squeeze and caress her ass cheeks. Her Mistress gave her three quick forceful spanks to each cheek, which immediately made them redden.

"Did you like being spanked pet?" Ms. Melrose asked as she lightly bit Carrie's jaw and tugged at both nipples with each hand. She stood behind teasing and pulling at her nipples until her hand slowly slid down Carrie's sternum, past her naval, and to her clit. Carrie's Mistress quickly rubbed her clit once before she turned Carrie over to suck and nip at her tender breasts. Carrie moaned in euphoric delight at the hands of her Mistress.

Ms. Melrose turned Carrie over again, so that she was facing away from her. Carrie's Mistress whispered into Carrie's ear, "I think you're going to like this pet," as she squirted lubricant onto the eight inch clear dildo before slowly inserting it into her trained asshole. Carrie squealed at the immediately contact, but began to take the entire toy with ease as trained by Ms. Melrose.

Her Mistress slowly pushed the dildo in and out of her asshole as Carrie bent over he desk to give her Mistress more control and access. Carrie could feel herself on the verge of cumming with each thrust. Ms. Melrose picked up the pace with the dildo until Carrie could barely stand up on her own-her knees wobbled, her legs shook, and her moans got faster and short-paced.

"Hold it pet," Ms. Melrose commanded as Carrie tried to contain her climax. Ms. Melrose smiled and always liked to pride herself on how well-trained Carrie was. She had almost mastered climax-control under Ms. Melrose and had been trained to take dildos of all she's and sizes-it was the first kind of penetration training Ms. Melrose introduced to her budding submissive.

Ms. Melrose recalled the moment Carrie became hers. Carrie was always shy around other students and other teachers, but there was no doubt that she was bright. One afternoon, Carrie needed to stay later to finish a book report Ms. Melrose had actually assigned. Carrie shut herself up in the school library and while Ms. Melrose was heading towards the school doors to head home, she heard moaning inside the library.

Worried that some student may be in trouble of some sort, Ms. Melrose entered the library to find shy little Carrie touching herself as she read some literotica on a website not blocked by the school's computer safety systems. The next morning, Ms. Melrose handed Carrie a list of the best literotica she ever read and instructed Carrie to write a reaction paper on three of her favorite stories.

Carrie looked shocked when she opened the folder, but she later came to Ms. Melrose's classroom seeking more information during her lunch period. Ms. Melrose was happy to educate a curious pupil in not only English, but the BDSM community as well. From then on, their meetings were frequent after her last English period and sometimes on the weekends at her small cottage home-those weekend getaways were training days which Carrie always looked forward to.

Now, Ms. Melrose was enjoying her control over her submissive who could come undone just by a mere touch, look, or word. Carrie was precious and someone she was so fortunate to have met and invested her time into.

"Cum for me pet," Ms. Melrose said, uttering those magic words that made Carrie's juices slowly roll down her inner thighs and squirt a bit on the wooden floor. After Carrie's mesmerizing climax, Ms. Melrose let Carrie straddle her covered thighs. Ms. Melrose kissed her submissive softly and whispered, "I love you my pet."

"I love you too Mistress. Thank you," Carrie softly whispered before she regained the strength needed to clean and dress herself.

Ms. Melrose wiped her skirt of Carrie's juices and fixed her stockings and hair before helping Carrie put her blazer, blouse and skirt back on. Carrie gave Ms. Melrose her white daisy print thong to keep. Her Mistress sniffed her submissive's juices before stuffing the fabric into her tote bag. Carrie grabbed her backpack and walked with Ms. Melrose to the parking lot where her mother was awaiting her.

"Wait," Ms. Melrose replied as Carrie turned towards her. Ms. Melrose stuck a finger out and coated it with her own saliva so that she could wipe off some cum spilling from the corner of Carrie's mouth.

"There you go pet," Ms. Melrose said as Carrie replied, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Don't forget this weekend, we will be using vibrators and strap ons. Tell your mother you'll be home on Sunday afternoon."

"I won't. I'll be looking forward to the weekend Mistress."

"Very good, and don't forget your essay. You may be my submissive, but you are still my pupil," Ms. Melrose replied with a smile as Carrie nodded in understanding and pushed open the school doors to head home.

"Until tomorrow," Ms. Melrose said to herself before getting into her car.