Cute Girls

Headmistress’ Slut Ch. 07

The scent of my recent vanilla bath wafted through my nostrils as I fidgeted from side to side underneath the luxuriously padded satin duvet that sprawled over me. I pondered excitedly at the thought of what was to be required of me. Outside the sky had turned grey and a brisk autumn wind began to whine through the trees that surrounded the expanse house. I shivered and curled further into my satin envelope and lazily drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark outside and there were voices coming from downstairs. I turned to my left and saw Mistress standing in the doorway. She looked absolutely stunning and literally took my breath away. She wore a long black velvet dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her left leg crept through the long slit, exposing her ankle and all the way up to about an inch above her stocking top. On her feet she wore black shoes with a three-inch heel. The soft light from the hallway surrounded her semi-silhouetted body.

“Well Ms Leoni, are you ready?” She said sternly, causing me to sit up abruptly in the bed.

“Yes Mistress, I’m ready.” I was a little uncertain as to what I was ready for, but by the sounds of raucous laughter and raised female voices coming from the ground floor of the house it was obviously my time to be brought into the ‘limelight’.

Mistress prowled over to the bed and pulled out the large box that I hadn’t seen since being in the car before my flogging on the iron gates. She placed the box on the bed and requested that I stand in front of her. I pulled away the soft covers and immediately felt the cool air whisper against my body. One by one Mistress took the small grey parcels from the larger box and laid them on the bed.

“You were a good girl not to peek at these when I sent them to you. I’m proud of you Ms Leoni. I, for one, would not have been able to keep my hands off them,” she said, smiling. I stood in silence with only a hint of a smile, but inside I was jumping for joy at her words. I yearn to hear her approval and love it when she praises me.

She gave me one box and told me to open it. I nervously fiddled with the edging, being careful not to rip it to shreds. It was a simple box, but it was hers and I wanted to treasure it, like I would all the others when I was permitted to open them. I lifted the flap and inside two silver clamps were sitting on a pale blue bed of velvet.

“Pass me one young lady!” Mistress commanded. I shakily picked up the clamp and handed it over. Her thumb danced over my nipple and it became full and protruded obscenely from my breast. I gasped as the cold clamp grasped onto my engorged nipple. I closed my eyes and breathed the pain out. “Good girl, now the next one,” she ordered in a low sexy voice. I handed her the second one and she repeated the action on my other nipple and soon both were numb and throbbed with a dull ache.

She handed me the next box and again I opened it with care. Inside was a thin silver chain and sitting on top of the curled chain was a large silver ‘M’. On the middle point there was a circle with a hole in it. I picked the chain up and realised it was less than a foot long. Mistress took it and stretched it out in front of me. At each end, small fasteners delicately hung from the ends. The ‘M’ dangled proudly right in the centre of the chain. Mistress stepped forward and I then realised where the clips would be attached. On each of the nipple clamps, smaller M’s were hanging, each had the circle with a hole on them too and within seconds Mistress had fastened the clips of the chain onto them.

The third box was next and inside was more chains and they had silver bulldog style clamps on the bottom. On the top of each chain the familiar looking clasp shone in the dim light. I then figured out that these clasps would attach to the ‘M’ in the middle of the chain that linked to the nipple clamps. Mistress took the chains and placed one on the bed as she got to her knees. Despite all what was going on the only thought in my mind was how the hell could she move in that tight dress.

She instructed me to spread my legs and I did without question. I felt her long finger run through my wet, engorged pussy lips and I whimpered as she teasingly caught my clit on her palm. “My little slut appears to be a little excited, doesn’t she Ms Leoni?”

“Uhh, yes Mistress…” I gasped.

A second later I shrieked as she pulled my left pussy lip outward and captured it in the silver bulldog clip. I yelped again as she pinched the right lip and attached the clamp onto it. My labia felt like they were held tightly in a vice. Mistress got back on her feet and stretched the chains up and hooked them onto the large ‘M’ on the chain. Once the chains were connected my nipples were tugged downward and my full, red pussy lips were pulled upward and outward. I fidgeted, trying to adjust myself into a more comfortable position, but I found the more I moved the more it tugged and pulled. I winced at the pain until it numbed and hesitantly resumed into my normal pose.

Mistress walked behind me and pushed my head forward. I felt her hands caress the back of my neck and shoulders causing me to shudder. Her touch was soft and warm. Her hair brushed against me and I sensed her face was really close to me. Within a second her moist lips kissed the nape of my neck and along my smooth shoulders and then I felt something loosen, like something was falling away. I realised that my necklace, the symbol of her and me was slowly being lifted from my cleavage and edged higher to my collar bone and with a movement of her arm it was sliding off the back of my shoulders and finally into her palm.

I was confused. “Mistress… Why? What are…?” I questioned.

She grabbed my hair and soothingly whispered into my ear. “Sshh my little angel, don’t worry, you can have it back later!” I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the tear that precariously hung on the edge of my thick eyelashes. “There’s one more box to open.”

She handed me the box and I delicately fingered with the edging and slowly lifted the flap. I gasped and smiled. “Really? For me?” I excitedly asked.

“Yes, young lady. Its yours, on one condition.” She paused and took a deep breath. “If there’s a proposition for you tonight, I want you to take it, if you have any doubts that you can’t go ahead with it, I want you to tell me now and tomorrow morning you go home…and…” Her head fell and I knew something was wrong.

“Go home and… what?” My heart was thumping in my chest, in rhythm with the thudding in my nipples and pussy lips.

She held my arms tightly, pressing her thumb into my upper arms. “Do you trust me my little angel?” Her eyes were looking deep into mine, searching for something, I didn’t know what she was looking for but deeper they travelled into me, into every pore and nerve that I possessed.

Tears fell down my cheeks. “Yes, Mistress… I trust you, but what do I have to do and what happens if I turn the proposition down?” I choked back the tears as her palm held the side of my face and her fingers brushed the tears away.

“If you trust your Mistress, you will accept the proposition without knowing what it is and you will take your gift and wear it with pride tonight.”

“And what about in the morning, what happens if I…?”

“You go home and what we have will become a memory. I’ll ask you again Ms Leoni, do you trust me?” I looked into the box and its contents were beautiful, then I looked up into her glazed eyes and I knew she was hoping that I would say ‘yes’. I smiled but the words failed. I was literally speechless. “Well Missy?” Her voice was uncertain now, wavering between not so confident and worrisome.

I nodded frantically and whispered out the affirmative. She took the box from my hands and placed it on the bed. She pulled me into her arms and pressed her velvet cocoon against me, crushing the clamps and chains into my skin. My body was a massive nerve ending, everything pulsing so erotically.

After a few minutes of mutual closeness she pulled away and gave me the box once more. I held it and she took out the collar. It was silver and encrusted with diamonds that beamed a myriad of colours. I followed the letters with my fingers and starting at the side of the neck, it simply spelt… ‘i’, a small gap, then ‘belong’, which sat on the back of the neck and on my right side, the word ‘to’ and right at the front a large diamond encrusted ‘M’ glistened.

She told me to lower my head and she clipped the collar together. There were four delicate rings hanging from it, front, back and the two sides. She then pulled out a silver chain and attached it to the ring at the front. The coldness of it made me shiver. Mistress took a moist tissue from the dressing table and wiped my eyes, clearing them from the recent tears.

“You ready?”

“Yes Mistress.” I smiled, but full of nervous anticipation as to what I was about to agree to and also what awaited me downstairs.

She tugged on my leash and I walked in rhythm to her steps, down the corridor and descended the stairs and stepped into the reception area. I paused for a moment and the leash tugged a little harder. Mistress stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “Ms Leoni, I’ve waited a long time to show you off. Do not misbehave, do you understand?”

I lowered my eyes and spoke softly. “Yes Mistress.”

As Mistress entered the doors to the large room the laughter and voices halted almost immediately. I followed close behind her as she parted the throng, spreading her guests to either side of her. My eyes quickly scoured the room and I noticed that all the guests were women and those dressed dominantly all had a younger woman standing or kneeling by their side. Some were clothed, some only partly, but only I was naked apart from my Mistress’ adornments clinging to me, biting into me causing my nipples and pussy lips to burn an evil angry red.

Up until that point I had completely forgotten about my past meeting with Scarlet and Nicole and all of a sudden I came face to face with the pair of them. My face flushed a thousand shades of red as I recalled our previous liaison. Nicole put her hand out to Mistress. “Good evening Marie, what a lovely house you have!” Nicole smiled and sex simply oozed from the woman and power seemed to emanate from her with a single look.

“Ahh, Nicole, I am so pleased you could both make it.” Mistress’ eyes went from Nicole to Scarlet and she took her hand and trailed her fingers down the side of Scarlet’s face. “You are so beautiful, my dear.” Scarlet blushed at Mistress’ words.

Nicole stared directly at me, her large eyes piercing through me. “And I see Ms Leoni recovered well from her ordeal at the café.” It was my turn to blush this time, but not only was my face affected but my neck and breasts flushed with humiliation. Nicole giggled and held her champagne flute to her lips and delicately took a sip.

Mistress giggled at Nicole’s comment and then continued to parade me through her guests, who every now and then traced their fingers over my body. I tingled at their touches, they were delicate and soft one minute and then harsh the next. Their blood red fingernails pressed into me and scraped down my arms, scratching my skin. Sometimes their hands would caress my bottom, or grab at it and then I would hear them chuckle and guffaw, only then realising that they could possibly see the pinkish lines of the school rulers fury from earlier on in the day!

Only once in a while did Mistress glance over her shoulder to see me getting clawed at by her friends. I noticed that as she exhibited me through the crowd, her smile grew broader and I sensed a feeling of pride that she enjoyed showing me off to her acquaintances and friends.

We made our way back through the door and the guests followed behind us, through the study and finally into the lavishly decorated large room. On each table there were platters with smoked salmon, lettuce and sliced lemons or limes. There were plates with vol-au-vents, sliced meats and various dips and sauces, alongside other delicious looking foods and salads. On the floor sat silver bowls of water in front of each table.

Mistress held her hand up and the gathering behind me stopped walking and waited for my Mistress to be seated. She graciously drifted to the tables at the far end, tugging my leash to follow her. On the edge of each table were the hooks that I had seen earlier and I guessed that these were meant to hang our leashes off of. Mistress draped mine delicately over the protruding hook and requested that I kneel by the bowl. Once I was settled, she moved around the tables and sat herself down. The guests then started to fill the empty seats and I noticed that Nicole was hastily walking towards the spare chair next to Mistress. I looked at Scarlet who was scantily dressed and she managed to pass me the sweetest of smiles as Nicole attached her a couple of feet away from me.

I could not keep my eyes from Scarlet and I was totally unaware of the tables around the room getting filled with Dommes and all their submissives sitting or kneeling obediently on the opposite side to the tables. The ‘clink’ of my Mistress tapping her glass quietened down the banter of the guests and while she welcomed them officially to her home, I gazed loosely and curiously at her friends, trying to figure out if I recognised any of them.

A few seconds after her short speech the Dommes all sat and ate. They talked and laughed as their submissives sat still or lapped water from the bowls near them. Occasionally a Mistress would feed her slave with a scrap of food. The food was soon disappearing from the silver platters and more champagne and other drinks were brought in. Mistress signalled to one of the hired help who opened up the double doors to the left of me that opened up into the dungeon.

My eyes grew wide as the cage was wheeled in through the gap of the tables and positioned into the centre of the room. I looked over at Mistress with a worried look and she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Scarlet. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when my Mistress looked at the stunning submissive. Scarlet was dressed in a black mini skirt, and a cropped white shirt that showed off the lower curve of her ample breasts. Nicole had dressed her provocatively, wanting her to be noticed. Nicole had Scarlet wear black patent high heels and they shaped her legs beautifully. I couldn’t help but think that she was the sexiest submissive sitting in the room.

Mistress Nicole smiled at me and then turned to my Mistress. “I think Ms Leoni likes my slut.” She then looked at me, her eyes penetrating right through me. “Isn’t that right?” Her eyebrow rose slightly and she smiled wickedly followed by a giggle.

I flushed profusely and it radiated from my breasts upwards. I felt a sudden jerk at my neck, as my Mistress demanded my attention. “Well young lady, are you going to answer Mistress Nicole?” Both Nicole and Scarlet had their eyes on me, waiting for my answer. I glanced at Scarlet first who lowered her eyes to the floor. I then moved my gaze to Nicole who was beaming a purely delicious smile, her blood red lips parting to reveal a glistening row of perfect white teeth.

Mistress Nicole placed her hand on my Mistress’ arm and spoke softly, but loud enough for me to hear. “My Scarlet can put on a great show, I would love to see your little slut get through it without begging!”

“Oh really, I did have something planned already… but what kind of show would she put on for my guests?”

At that point Mistress Nicole leant into my Mistress and whispered in her ear, which was followed by evil laughter from the conniving Dommes. The pair of them then stood and walked around to Scarlet and I. They both pulled on our leashes and tugged us to our feet. I winced in pain as my breasts jiggled and the attached clips all pushed and pulled together, pinching and clasping my tender, throbbing nubs. Scarlet looked at me and suddenly I saw her in a different light. She seemed confidant and exuded a dominant attitude. She had a glint in her eye that I hadn’t noticed before and I realised she knew exactly what was going on and that I was merely a lamb going to the slaughter.

The cage door opened and Scarlet was the first to enter. Sensing my reluctance, Mistress pushed me in. She took two black silk scarves from the corner of the barred pen and handed them to Scarlet. Mistress smiled at me and closed the cage door. I hesitantly looked around the room and everyone’s eyes were on us, even the submissives looked more relaxed, probably relieved that they were on the outside of the metal enclosure.

Scarlet grinned as she prowled towards me, pulling the long, silk scarves through her fingers. Every move of her fingers and hands was slow but exaggerated, wanting to capture everyone’s attention. She stood directly in front of me, her breath whispering against my skin. “Your hands baby!” I held out my hands and she held my right wrist and wrapped a quarter of the length of one scarf around it and expertly tied a knot. She pulled on the remainder of the scarf, which stretched my arm outwards and upwards. I gasped as the clamps cut into me again but Scarlet ignored the pain I was feeling. She twisted the end of the scarf around one of the bars and with ease began to knot the material like a professional. A few moments later she had bound my other arm in the same skilful way.

Scarlet stood in front of me and placed her finger right in the middle of my forehead. She slowly trailed it lower, down my nose and over my lips where I opened them a little and breathed my warm breath onto her. Our eyes connected and she slipped her finger through my parted lips and found the moistness of my tongue as it curled itself around the intruding digit. There was something so erotic about the way she was rhythmically pulsing against my warm, wet muscle, that I felt my knees weakening causing my inner self to free-fall voluntarily into subservience.

Her lips curled up into a slight smile and she withdrew her finger, trailing a fading line of moisture down my chin and down my throat. The atmosphere in the room was electric. The voyeurs around us were silent, their eyes firmly transfixed on the two of us. I gasped and whimpered suddenly as Scarlet demanded my full attention by pulling on the silver chain that connected each and every clamp. There appeared to be a communal gasp from the submissives on the floor as I gasped with the pain.

As soon as the room quietened, Scarlet continued her sweet seduction. Her hands came up to my breasts causing a mirror image on my chest as she caressed the curve of my outer flesh and smooth underside, followed by trailing her slender fingers down my ribs. She stepped closer and her lips pressed onto mine, her tongue invaded my mouth, possessing me completely. She tasted sweet and mildly fruity. I felt her leg brush up against my inner thigh and wondered briefly if she could feel my clammy skin, freshly dampened from this pleasant torture.

One of her hands rose up to my face and crept into my hair. She grasped it tightly and pulled my head to the left, exposing my neck. I closed my eyes, building the tension more and out of the blue I felt her teeth dig into my tender flesh where the neck meets the shoulder. A moan of strained pleasure or erotic pain, it was hard to decipher, escaped my mouth and she pulled my hair harder as she tightened her hold on me, literally sucking the life out of me.

She pulled my bruised skin between her teeth until I let out a scream and she removed her grasp on my hair. I was panting and in such an aroused state that I knew if she went anywhere near my pussy I would orgasm there and then, permission or not!

Scarlet stepped back, watching me struggle to breathe. She then bent over, running her hands down her long legs, using this chance to totally exhibit herself. Lower she went and her white t-shirt fell forward and I saw her ample breasts hang like perfect orbs suspended in air. Her fingers crept over her calves and she spread them around her slim ankles, the fingertips gracefully brushing against her shoes. As she did this, her eyes never left mine and I could only hazard a guess at what the guests behind her saw. Was she wearing panties, a thong or simply nothing?

My skin was tingling, and my nipples and swollen pussy lips were throbbing incessantly. Scarlet reached forward a little and her fingers crept over to my foot and slowly and teasingly she dragged her nails upwards. She caressed my trembling inner thighs and a solitary finger headed for my pussy, momentarily stopping as my eyes latched onto hers. A smile formed on her beautiful face and instantly her finger slipped along my sodden pussy. I groaned loudly and she swiftly removed her finger knowing that I desperately wanted her to continue.

She turned around and repeated what she had performed before, only this time I was greeted by her short black skirt edging higher up her thighs. The lower her hands moved down her shapely legs, the more her bottom exposed itself. Two rounded half globes with a little slice of bare heaven between them made my mouth water and my pussy twitch. Her hands then reached behind and she caressed the backs of her legs and swept her spread fingers over her soft skin.

I lowered my head, panting into my cleavage. I couldn’t take much more. Every part of me was tingling and throbbing. My clit was pulsing in tune to my pounding heart and suddenly I felt a hand in my hair, grasping it tightly and pulling my head backwards. I thought at any minute my head was going to squeeze through the bars. Scarlet was still bent over and I caught the scent of my Mistress’ floral perfume.

“Getting a little too much for you is it my little slut?”

“No Mistress.” I managed to say through stifled breaths.

“So you really wouldn’t mind if Scarlet carried on teasing the hell out of you then?” I heard a giggle come from my Mistress and she released my hair and pushed my head back down.

She moved around the cage and faced Scarlet. I saw her put her hand through the bars and she caressed Scarlet’s face. My breathing deepened and I let out a groan. They both turned to me for a few seconds and then went back to facing each other. Mistress’ hand tugged at Scarlet’s hair and pulled her up to directly face my gorgeous Domme, and then she guided her head towards the edge of the cage. Their faces were close to one another and Scarlet tilted hers to the left and I saw my Mistress plant her lips directly onto Scarlet. Mistress’ eyes locked onto mine and I shook my head, feeling a little betrayed. At that second, Scarlet yelped. Mistress had bit her lower lip. Before walking back to her table, Mistress winked at me and smiled. That action alone, replaced the hurt that I’d felt when seeing her kiss Scarlet.

Scarlet turned towards me and her lip looked red and angry. Unbeknown to me, my Mistress had handed Scarlet a large feather and now the wispy quill was dancing lightly around the bottom of my new collar. It quivered lower, over my bountiful bare breasts, and gave a welcoming buzz of pleasure as it flitted over my extremely tender nipples. It descended further, and flickered over my belly button and then alternately skimmed my sides, left to right and back again.

Up until then, Scarlet had only spoke minimally, but the smile on her face and the glint in her eyes told me she was enjoying this as much as I was and knowing a few dozen women were watching us heightened the sexually aroused atmosphere immensely. Every now and then Scarlet would look towards the predatory vixens and their prey and smile teasingly at them as she rubbed her hands up and down herself, using her stunningly gorgeous body to maximum effect.

Scarlet was now kneeling before me, the feather was sliding in and out between my thighs and occasionally catching on the bulldog clips causing me to gasp in pain and pleasure. She moved the fluffy ‘toy’ further back making it tickle my arsehole, emitting a pleasant sounding ‘oooh’ from my lips.

Scarlet giggled. “You like that eh?”

I nodded and she did it again, tickling it constantly. My bum was clenching and my hips rolled back and forth. Scarlet continued the pleasant assault and I could hear the wicked Dommes around the room chuckling as my body quivered at her touch. So far, my Mistress hadn’t explored that part of me, and I sensed that the dominants surrounding me guessed this also. I didn’t know what to do, whether to giggle or just lose myself in these wonderful new sensations that Scarlet had introduced me too.

Scarlet’s other hand that was at first gripping onto my thigh had now moved to the inner thigh, and her fingers slipped between my parted swollen lips. They fumbled in the exposed creases and the unmistakeable sound of squelching could be heard. She paused both the movement of her fingers and the feather. I looked down at her and her smile broadened. “You are soaked you little bitch. Does someone like being tied up in a cage and played with in front of all these people?”

“Please Scarlet, no more teasing, I can’t take anymore.” I said to her breathlessly. My arms hung limply, they had given up holding me in position. My hair, wet from sweat, stuck to the side of my face. “Please…” I whispered.

I saw Scarlet’s eyes look to the side of me and she nodded her head. The room was silent, and the atmosphere was abundant with feminine arousal from dominants and submissives alike. The wait for her next move was torture in itself. I began to breathe deeper and quicker. “Please Scarlet…”

She gazed longingly at me and without breaking the stare she pulled at my ankles. I shrieked as my body stretched beyond what it should and the pain from the quartet of clamps bit into the tender flesh that it clasped. Scarlet’s hair brushed against my thighs and I felt her tongue lick at my clit. She circled it and suckled on it randomly. I fucked her face, groaning wildly. A familiar tingle stirred and suddenly my head was pulled back to the bars. My Mistress’ perfume intoxicated my senses. “Mistress please…”

Scarlet lapped away, her long tongue curling to just dip inside my inviting pussy. Every time her tongue retreated she would curl the tip and flick over my engorged clit. I gasped again and pleaded.

Mistress quickly pushed my head forward. “Finish her off!”

Scarlet at once rotated her expert tongue around my clit. I yelped as she grabbed onto my bum cheeks and squeezed them, pulling me into her. The chains connecting the clamps were swaying and my nipples and pussy lips were all going in different directions. I was gasping in pain and pleasure and suddenly my whole body erupted. I screamed, my head fell back against the bars and my thighs tensed and held Scarlet between them, gripping her tightly. My stomach muscles clenched and relaxed and my hips jerked until the orgasmic bliss subsided. My thighs parted, releasing Scarlet and she exhaled and then tried to catch her breath. The sides of her face were flushed and slightly marked from where my thighs had taken hold on her. She collapsed on all fours on the purple cushioned floor.

The sounds of deep breathing permeated the room and glancing around I saw some of its occupants wiping their brow with a winter white napkin. A number of submissives were drinking from their bowls and dripping the cool water from their mouths onto their scantily clad bodies. My wrists getting jolted to and fro brought me out of my idle voyeurism and there stood my Mistress peeling away the black silk scarves and abandoning them to the floor. She moved around the cage and opened it, tugging at Scarlet’s shirt, pulling her out of the cage on her knees. Scarlet quickly got to her feet and went straight over to Nicole.

Mistress inspected my wrists and aided me to my bowl of water. I got to my hands and knees and frantically lapped and sucked at the water. The refreshing liquid spilled over the sides and I opened my eyes for a split second and saw a red pair of heels right beside my bowl.

“You got yourself a good bitch here Marie.”

I had to force myself not to look up to the heeled Domme.

“Yes I know.” My Mistress replied.

“Does she do heel worship?” The woman enquired.

“Yes, if you address her properly!”

I don’t know why, but I sensed that my Mistress was smiling as she spoke.

“Lets see how she reacts to being addressed appropriately shall we?”

The whole room fell silent. I was still facing the bottom of my bowl, and only taking quick glances at the beautiful pair of high heels in a blood red colour that were inches from my begging lips.

“Go ahead.” Mistress goaded the woman.

The tension was overwhelming as I waited for the woman to speak. She stepped even closer to me, her shoes right in a puddle of water.

“Theresa Leoni…. Well, well, well!”

OH FUCK!

My head shot up as I gasped and the whole room appeared to gasp with me. I looked over at my Mistress and she looked at me smugly. I opened my mouth and at first nothing came out. It took a couple of attempts for the words to form and break out. “Mistress, what’s going on?”

“Ms Leoni, meet my sister, Helena… Helena Lewis!” Mistress said as she made her way around the tables and stood beside me, sandwiching me between the two of them.

I looked at her blankly and then looked at the woman standing above me. She was old. Well, she looked over sixty and there was something familiar about her, but nothing registered in me. I guess she just had one of ‘those’ faces. I shook my head in bewilderment.

“Helena Lewis… formally, Mrs Helena Turner!”

The name strangely sounded familiar and then it dawned on me who it was. “Oh my god. She’s your sister?”

“Yes Ms Leoni, your old Headmistress from the eighties is my sister.”

I fell silent, trying to piece everything together. I stared directly at my Mistress. “Has this been your plan all along, to set me up?”

“No it hasn’t!” She said sternly. “I had no idea she was the Headmistress when you were at school, therefore I didn’t even know you two had ever met. It wasn’t until one day she mentioned to me the name of a girl called Emma, who came to stay with her occasionally…”

I interrupted at once. “Emma, my Emma, what the hell has she got to do with it?” I felt a simultaneous gasp and the odd murmur coming from the obedient submissives around me.

Mistress Helena poked the toe of her shoe into my leg. “Your daughter comes to stay with me at times when she stays with her father.”

I was confused. “But where do you come into it?”

“I, am your ex-husbands future mother-in-law, you little slut! He is going to marry my daughter, and you, Ms Theresa Leoni, are going to make the ultimate sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice… what sacrifice?”

Mistress looked down at me. “Stand, NOW!” I got to my feet at once and stood there looking at both of them. “This is your proposition, Ms Leoni!”

Mistress Helena stood with a sarcastic smirk that I just wanted to knock right off her weathered face. She was definitely older than her sister, and did not possess the looks, figure or personality of her younger sibling. I would hazard a guess that being a Domme maybe the only commonality between them.

My Mistress raised her hand and stroked my cheek and she softly spoke. “I’ll know you’ll make the right decision, I know you trust me!” I nodded and she continued. “Your daughter enjoys her time with her father and his wife-to-be. Do you agree?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“When your ex-husband marries Helena’s daughter they will have the half of Helena’s estate. A luxury house… albeit not as luxurious as mine.” Mistress gave her sister a wry smile. A smile that said ‘I’ve done better than you!’ Mistress Helena rolled her eyes in mild disgust at her sisters’ put down, especially in front of the shocked guests that had no idea they would be witness to something so personal. “Money will be no object and a whole host of opportunities will be open to Emma…” There was a slight pause. “Don’t you agree that your daughter should have the best?”

“Yes Mistress, she should…. But…”

Mistress smiled and then her sister stepped in abruptly. “Are you going to get to the bottom of this? You are far too soft on this lowlife of a slut. Just come out and tell her to give her daughter up.”

I was flabbergasted and raised my voice defensively. “Like FUCK I will…” Before I could stop myself, my arm swung and slapped her across the face. Mistress quickly grabbed my arm and held me back.

“Aren’t you going to punish the bitch for what she’s just done?” Helena spluttered as she held her reddened cheek.

“No I’m not… you deserved it!”

“I DESERVED IT… ” Helena barked. “Do you think this slut will be remain loyal to you when she finds out it was ALL your plan?” The submissives in the room were giggling like schoolgirls. “SILENCE!” Mistress Helena shouted. The room soon settled into stillness.

I turned to Mistress. “Your plan… how could you. What were you thinking?”

Mistress ignored my question and looked out to all the other guests and politely told them that the evening had come to an end. There was a definite groan of disappointment from all the guests. “You, as well Helena. Get out!” This put a stop to the fidgeting guests and they all stared at Helena.

“You can’t throw me out, we have business to finish.”

“Not yet. I will talk to Ms Leoni and I will let you know as soon as I get an answer! Now get out of my house Helena!”

Helena turned and walked to the door leading to the study. She sharply turned to face me. “If you don’t make the right choice, you little slut, you will end up with nothing, no home, no money and NO daughter!” With that she left the house, with her doting submissive following behind. The way she said it sent chills running through me. I was so overwrought that the ache and numbness of my nipples and pussy lips wasn’t registering anymore. My whole body was completely devoid of any feeling.

The guests dwindled quickly until only Nicole and Scarlet remained. They both kissed Mistress on the cheek and surprisingly they came to me and took me in their arms and planted a gentle kiss on each cheek. Scarlet smiled and held my hand until Nicole tugged on her leash. As they stepped through to the study, Scarlet turned, winked and smiled directly at me. I returned the smile and watched them both disappear.

As soon as the house fell silent, the floodgates opened and tears flowed constantly down my face and onto my breasts. Mistress took a napkin and wiped my eyes and collected my fallen tears into it. “Come on, we have to talk.” She said and held my hand and led the way.

We passed my bedroom and headed further down the hallway. She opened the door and I found myself standing in the most beautifully decorated room I’d ever been in. It was huge, with an extremely large bed against the furthest wall. A deep red, almost burgundy, dominated the room, with a splash of cream mixed in to contrast it beautifully. At the opposite wall stood two large desks. One had a computer and printer on it, and the other had some paper on the top and a stationery box that held pens and suchlike in it.

Mistress walked us to the chairs that sat near the desks. She began the conversation first. “Let’s go back to what we were saying downstairs, ok?” I nodded. “Do you agree that Emma deserves the best?” I again nodded. “Good, now what would you say if I asked you how you felt if your ex-husband had full custody of Emma.”

I looked at her curiously. “What, he has her twenty four seven?”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t like it. She’s my world and despite him being a good father, I cannot hand over that kind of responsibility. I refuse to let that happen.”

“Even though you can’t give her the opportunities that his new family could when he’s married…” She questioned.

“I know I can’t give her that kind of life on my salary, but I’ve provided for her the last six years and I damn well…” The tears began to flow and I sobbed the rest out. “Damn well will not give up my daughter.” Mistress sat there silently. Her hands fidgeted in her lap. I watched her twiddle her thumbs and I noticed her foot tapping on the floor. I remembered the proposition and what she said if I refused it. I looked up and our eyes met. “I guess it’s time for me to go home…” She looked at me quizzically but didn’t mutter a word. “The proposition… The deal was, if I gave up my daughter, I would then come and live with you and be your full-time submissive, slave, maid, whatever you want to call it. That’s right isn’t it? That’s what you and her have been plotting, right?”

She nodded, “I’m sorry, but you could have seen your daughter whenever you liked and we would have had a legitimate contract made up. You would have had a decent home and a decent salary. I would have employed you as something or other.”

“I have a decent home. Ok, it’s not as lavish as this, but it’s large enough for Emma and me and comfortable too and it’s a home that her and me have fun in. As much as I love you and would adore living in this house, I cannot trade my daughter in for it. There is no comparison.”

Mistress had tears in her eyes and she slowly stood and walked to the telephone that sat on the other desk. She punched in a few numbers and within seconds she spoke into the receiver. “Helena, it’s Marie, pick up…” She waited a few more seconds and contemplated putting the phone down. She decided to leave a message. “Helena, no deal. Emma stays with Ms Leoni, and if you try and get this within a hundred metres of a court house, you will have me to answer too!” She placed the receiver down carefully and stood there, uncertain as to what happens next. She was still, mulling things over in her mind and if I wasn’t breathing hard and fighting back the tears I more than likely could have heard the ticking of her brain.

I already knew what was about to happen. I had not agreed to the proposition and therefore I’d terminated the relationship with my Mistress. As the realisation set in that I was to be ‘freed’ so the feeling bounced back into my nipples and they began to throb incessantly.

“Mistress…”

She didn’t answer me for a long while. Tension was in abundance in her bedroom. I waited ages before she answered me. “Yes dear?” She looked at me with tears in her eyes and she backed up against the large dresser, as if she was stabilising herself.

“I would rather go now than in the morning. There’s no point in delaying the amount of hurt I’m going to feel when I walk out of here if I went in the morning.” I began to sob again.

“Theresa…” I didn’t acknowledge her and she realised that her saying my first name just didn’t have the same affect on me. “Ms Leoni…”

“Yes Mistress.” I answered almost immediately.

“Come here…” She commanded. I shuffled slowly towards her and stood directly in front of her. “You’re not going anywhere… I can’t let you go.”

My eyes lit up with sudden expectation. “But, but what about Emma and your sister and I still don’t totally understand why you would even think I could give up my daughter. You owe me an explanation.”

“I’ll sort Helena out. The proposition was quite easy. I have longed for you to be here all day, everyday, for quite a while now and when I met Helena for lunch a few weeks ago, she happened to mention the name Emma, and your ex-husband. Things fell into place once I’d pieced together the information. She also mentioned that when your ex marries her daughter, they would automatically inherit half of Helena’s estate. I admit, that my mind began selfishly working overtime and wondered if you would give your daughter the best chances in life and therefore give you the opportunity to become my live-in submissive. There would be no harm done to anybody because Emma is no longer at my school and you being here would not cause a problem. And as I stated there would have been a contract saying that you could see Emma whenever you wished.”

“Yes I know, but, there has to be more to it than that. What you are saying is quite easily rectified, unless there is more…” I waited. And waited.

“Helena’s daughter cannot have children. If she marries someone who has children, the children have to be residing with the father full time. This way, further down the line, the child or children will inherit everything.”

“Right…”

“But, if the child lives with the estranged mother, then Helena’s daughter and husband get nothing and Helena’s estate goes to auction, meaning Helena will or could end up with nothing.”

“That can’t be legally binding!”

“It all goes down the generations with contracts, wills, legacies, that kind of thing. After another lunch with Helena and telling her about you, this little plan came to the surface. I get what I want, you get the best for your daughter and the only living member of my family, will get to keep her estate. Helena cannot make you hand over your daughter to your ex. It has to be done by your own free will. She knows how much I have come to love you and she also thought that you would jump at the chance to come and live here with me as my maid. Her being your old Headmistress was strictly a coincidence and stunned me completely when she told me. I told her to prove it, and she gave me your school ruler. Even though she is now a bitter and twisted old woman, she did love the kids at school and every year…”

I interrupted, “the oldest year in the school would have to hand in their ruler. We all thought that to be weird, and thought that the minute we stepped out of school on our last day, the teachers would burn all the rulers.” I giggled at the memory.

“How wrong you kids were. The Headmistress used to collect each one and store it in the vault, along with a couple of projects from you kids that you’d completed in your final year. And that’s how I got hold of your ruler.”

There was a slight pause as we’d got off the main topic and I was still intrigued by what she had said before we got on the subject of rulers. “So why are you saying I’m not going anywhere? I’m not taking the offer. You said what we have would become a memory.”

She stood directly in front of me and her palm caressed my cheek. “I can’t give you up Its as simple as that. We’ll sort out something, but the main thing is, you still have your daughter and I still have you. IF you forgive me that is.”

“I forgive you.” I whispered.

She kissed me tenderly and her fingers softly played along the chain between my breasts and I gasped loudly and nearly doubled over in pain as she swiftly unclamped my nipples. The pain rushed through the tender tips, swelling them to a size that I’d never seen before. They burned an angry shade of red. Tears fell from my eyes and Mistress lowered herself a little and licked around the nipple, circling it with her tongue. She gently covered the pulsing flesh with her moistened lips and a few seconds later she did the same to my other nipple.

She bent as far as she could in her tight velvet dress and kissed my belly. She took both clamps in one hand and moved lower with her free hand. She fumbled blindly for the bulldog clamps and released them one after the other. I again gasped, my head lifted and my back arched with the sudden rush of feeling that swept to my swollen and numb pussy lips. Mistress took the chains and clamps and placed them on the dresser. She turned me around and unfastened the collar. That too was put on one of the old pine shelves on the antique dresser.

I felt her arms surround me and felt a coldness rise from my breasts as her hands slid over my shoulders. I looked down and saw the large silver ‘M’ once again sit proudly at my cleavage. She quickly fastened the necklace and spun me around to face her. I fingered with the ‘M’ and asked her a question that I’d been curious to ask for a while now. “What’s with all the em’s? They’re everywhere. Why?”

She chuckled and gave me a warm and friendly smile. “Goes back to when Helena and I were children. We fought, a LOT, about possessions and in the end our parents marked ALL our belongings with our initials. I guess it’s never worn off.” She giggled again and looked so deep into my eyes. “Plus also Ms Leoni, I want people to know YOU belong to me.”

I smiled and felt my pussy throb. “I do belong to you Mistress, there won’t ever be another.”

She swallowed hard, and tears welled in her eyes. “I know,” she said softly, straightening herself up to look more confidant and dominant. “Now young lady, as my maid, you will learn to undress me…” She said smiling as she turned and faced her back to me.

“With pleasure Mistress,” I whispered and lowered the zip of her black velvet dress, peeling it over her curves and down to her ankles. She stepped out of it, turned and stood before me in black hold up stockings, black high heels and a black lace bra. I ran my fingers down the stockings and knelt on all fours. I kissed the toe of each shoe and then sat back up on my knees.

Mistress walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. She crossed her legs and I crawled to her. “Undress me Ms Leoni!” I then lovingly removed her shoes and kissed her stocking covered toes. I licked just under the big toe and brought my lips to the top and sucked it into my mouth. I looked up at her and saw the look of sheer pleasure that it gave her. My hands then crept up her legs and delicately rolled down one black hold-up and I watched with great delight as it edged lower, over her knee and over her foot. “Yes my little slut, you like to undress me, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.” I joyfully moaned, so proud that I am the Headmistress’ Slut!

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