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]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/the-school-mistress-part-xii/feed/ 4 http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/10/the-school-mistress-part-viii/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/10/the-school-mistress-part-viii/#comments Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:16:06 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=992 Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

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Continue reading The School Mistress – Part VIII

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I see that smug look on your face. That satisfied, contented look. I don’t like it. You’re far too comfortable, too complacent. I’ve been spoiling you. I’ve been thinking and I think it’s time to wipe that smug look off your face. So I’ve given you a task and, before you start to protest and complain, remember what you said. Remember how much you say you love me how you’d do “anything” for me. Well, now it’s time. I’m horny. Find me someone to fuck. Yes, you heard me, and not only am I going to fuck him but you’re going to watch. Watch. Listen. Sniff. Yes, I know you haven’t had release for six weeks now, I know you’ve been teased and denied to the point of frenzy, but I thought you liked that. Don’t you? I thought that’s why you look the way you do. In any case, you have your task and I watch with the greatest of pleasure as you walk through the door like a miserable schoolboy on the first day of term.

While you’re gone, I wonder who you’ll bring back for me and the thought makes me moist. I press my fingers against what you like to call “the forbidden zone” and smile to myself. Oh yes, my pet, forbidden to you but not to whoever you bring home. I can see you now, in some bar perhaps, trying to pick out some stranger. How good looking, how tall, how young should he be? You’ll be torn, won’t you? I know that you’d really like to bring home some grotesque monster as a sort of revenge, but I also know that you wouldn’t dare.

The hours pass and I hear your key in the door. I stand and turn to face the doorway so that as you enter, you see me standing there – naked except for my stiletto-heeled thigh boots. The black leather ones you had hand-made for me. The ones that cost all that money. They were worth it though, weren’t they? I laugh out loud at the look on your face. Part lust at the sight of me and part shame, because you’re alone. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it – I knew you’d fail! Fortunately, we have a visitor…” Right on cue he enters the room. Tall, handsome, beautifully built and, yes, very familiar. Also very naked! “What are you doing here?” you stammer out what is surely the most stupid question in the world. What do you THINK he’s doing here? He’s naked. He’s beautiful. His huge cock is fully erect. What do you THINK he’s doing here? I laugh again, “Well my little pet, I knew you wouldn’t be able to bring home a stranger, so I decided to help you out a bit, and thought that perhaps your best friend might be a better choice after all.” What thoughts are racing through your head now? First of all has to be the size of his cock – you’ve always envied that, haven’t you? Not to mention the evidence of all that time he spends in the gym and when he’s not at the gym he’s out with beautiful women. He’s the guy you always wanted to be. He has the car you always wanted, the job you always wanted and always got the girls you wanted. But surely, he’s your best friend, he wouldn’t actually do this, would he? His erect penis suggests otherwise. I reach out my hand for this and stroke it firmly. “You may kneel” I tell you. And of course you do. You kneel there and watch as I stroke this magnificent cock, your own less than impressive specimen stirring in your pants. “Now then, my pet, I WAS going to ask you what you’d most like to do to me if you were given the opportunity, but I don’t think I really have to ask, do I?” And I’m right. You’d love to fuck me, wouldn’t you? But how long has it been now? A long time, and even then I ruined your orgasm didn’t I? Your best friend is touching me now. Stroking and squeezing my breasts and you see my nipples respond – hardening and swelling. He slides one hand down to that place you’re rarely even allowed to see, let alone touch, and begins to caress me in a way you’ve only dreamed of. I lean forward and whisper in your friend’s ear. You can’t hear what I’m saying and your mind imagines the worst. What words, what endearments, what warm tones am I pouring into his mind? You groan aloud. Your friend also groans – but in a different way. You can’t look away as you see his cock throb and twitch in my hand and watch as he spurts great gobs of semen onto my beautiful boots. You watch the hot, sticky mess run down the soft leather. “Well then,” I say “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, my little pet can clean up the mess and we can get down to what you’re here for.” You look at me beseechingly but see no mercy in my cruel eyes. You take a deep breath and bend your head towards the boot.

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I was comfortably seated on The Magic Bus, listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young singing Helpless, one of my favourite tunes of all time. I had my eyes closed, and I was digging the words “yellow moon on the rise, big bird flying across the skies, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless” when all of a sudden I heard the most intoxicating voice with a British accent whisper into my ear. My eyes flew open and there was the lovely and exquisite Empress Catherine. “What?” I stammered in surprise, “I’m sorry, Empress, I didn’t hear you. She gave me that look. The one that makes me melt, and get excited, and scares the bejesus out of me, all at the same time. I knew I was in deep trouble. She stared at me for a few more seconds and then said, “Chastized, you know how I hate to repeat myself. What I said was that we have serious business to conduct. You volunteered to perform a service for me, and I am holding you to your promise. The Magic Bus will be arriving at our destination soon; I wanted you to be mentally prepared.” My mind was racing. What promise? What did I have to do that required mental preparation? Oh hell!!! The Bus came to a stop. I stood up and looked around…

There was no one else on the bus except for Empress Catherine and myself. Who the hell had been driving the bus? Is The Magic Bus really magic? Empress Catherine began to make her way to the exit and I followed. We immediately entered a huge room that had the appearance of being a courtroom. I looked around and saw a bench, a witness stand, a place for the jury to sit and two tables. It was indeed a courtroom. Out of nowhere two beautiful deputies approached me. I recognized them immediately as Empress Cassidy and Princess Heather. I began to think I was just dreaming. Suddenly Princess Heather grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the ground. I hit the carpeted floor hard. Her knee landed in the small of my back and I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back. Princess Heather and Empress Cassidy, help lift me up so that I can stand and Empress Cassidy begins to pat me down. I am so surprised and caught off guard with everything, I forgot to enjoy the patting down. Satisfied that I’m not carrying any weapons, they escort me over to one of the tables, which has been conveniently marked “Defence”. I am told to sit, which I do right away. It’s plain to me that Empress Cassidy and Princess Heather are in no joking mood. They are pure business. As I wait patiently for what’s to come next I hear Empress Samantha’s sexy voice announce in a loud, authoritative tone, “The Honourable Ms Ally, all rise!” I stand up and sure enough, there’s Empress Samantha, also dressed in a deputy’s uniform complete with badge, handcuffs, baton, bullets and one of the biggest pistols I have ever seen. She is super-intimidating in her outfit. Entering the courtroom from the right of the bench is Ms Ally wearing a black robe. She takes her seat behind the bench and begins looking at the files which were left there. “Be seated,” Empress Samantha commands, and everyone sits down in their chairs. Ms Ally is holding a file and says in a loud commanding voice, “The Mistresses of LDW versus Chastized.” Empress Samantha says, “Would the defendant please rise.” I stand up. Ms Ally continues, “Chastized you have been charged with the following crimes against the Mistresses of LDW. The first charge is unauthorized masturbation. The second charge is failure to properly commit to a long-term denial plan. The third charge is failure to adequately secure your manhood into a chastity device. How do you plead?” What could I say? They had me dead to rights. It was all true. Even as I was contemplating the severity of my crimes, I still didn’t fully grasp the gravity of the situation. I mean, what would the punishment be? Should I plead not guilty? Would someone come to my defence? Ms Ally interrupted my chaotic thoughts with a bit of impatience. “Chastized, we do not have all day to wait on you. There are only two possible answers, guilty, or not guilty. Again, Chastized, I put it to you. How do you plead?” I gulp. I swallow. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I look at Ms Ally. She has never looked lovelier. Sitting behind a big desk, on a raised platform, she was looking at me with a questioning look. It’s almost as if she was daring me to say, not guilty. I looked at Empress Samantha for some guidance but there was none forthcoming. I looked back to Ms Ally and proclaimed, “Guilty.” Ms Ally nodded her head and said, “Let the record show that the defendant has pleaded guilty as charged. The court is now ready to pass down sentence. The second charge will be addressed first. Failure to properly commit to a long-term denial plan. This is a very serious breach of the LDW Cock Control creed. I hereby sentence you weekly contact with the Cock Control Mistress of your choice. You must call at least once per calendar week. The third charge of failure to adequately secure your manhood into a chastity device is a personal failing, and must be corrected this very day. The deputies will install your chastity device and entrust the Court with the keys. Your initial sentence is three months, and each subsequent sentence is to be a minimum of three months, with a maximum not to exceed three years. And now for the first charge and the one I consider the most serious. Unauthorized masturbation is a personal affront to the Mistresses of LDW. It cheats you of the opportunity and privilege of managing that nasty little habit of yours. The wearing of your chastity device will certainly keep you from committing this offence in the future; however, it is not punitive enough to satisfy this Court. Therefore, I am sentencing you to ‘six of the best’ to be delivered by the Court appointed official disciplinarian.” I heaved a huge sigh of relief. The sentence wasn’t that bad. I liked wearing a chastity device anyway and to call the Mistresses at Cock Control once a week wasn’t exactly a punishment. Of course I could withstand ‘six of the best’. All in all, it was a very light sentence. Then the whole world changed, and my stomach sank, and I began to sweat. I heard Ms Ally say, “Empress Catherine has just returned from her trip to the U.K. While there she managed to purchase twelve canes. ‘Six of the best,’ with each individual new cane on the bare backside to be delivered with the utmost strictness and harshness in full view of all witnesses here in this court. This sentence is to be commenced immediately. Please secure the prisoner to the whipping bench.”

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Didn’t you think it a little strange when I asked you to meet me at the corner of the street – especially that particular street in that particular neighbourhood at that particularly late hour? Perhaps you were just pondering the strangeness of it all when that big black limo pulled up and those four men bundled you unceremoniously inside. You were overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of it – by the sheer force of numbers. With that hood over your head and the loud music playing inside the car there was no way of knowing where you were driven. And now here you are bound hand and foot to a chair. You’re completely naked – apart from the hood over your head – but there’s so much rope wrapped tightly around your body that you may as well be clothed. You’re blindfolded, white noise is played through ear buds and you’ve lost all concept of time. Have you been here days or weeks? There’s no way to measure the passing of time. Occasionally someone will come in and put food in front of you. Well, sometimes it’s in front of you – sometimes it’s just out of reach – the smell tantalising. You’ve tried to measure the time between meals but it’s impossible. Sometimes you’ll be fed some sumptuous meal and then what seems like minutes later you’ll be fed again. Sometimes the meal is not so sumptuous is it? It’s rancid and foul but you’re so hungry that you’ll eat anything – now it must be days since you were last fed. Or is it? At first you worried about what might have happened to me but now your mind is incapable of coherent thought. A couple of times you’ve caught the merest hint of my perfume – or have you? You’ve tried screaming – or at least you think you have – you can’t even hear yourself through the ear buds. At first you were outraged – angry, then afraid but now you’re beyond even the humiliation of being hosed down periodically to remove the filth accumulating on and around your body. You’re beyond all human emotion – reduced to a trussed and stinking whimpering, bundle – and then you smell me – my perfume my flesh and your blindfold is removed, the ear buds pulled roughly out and you tremble, cringing before me. I’m dressed in a way you’ve never seen before. Gone is the rather conservative business-woman. Instead I’m wearing thigh length black leather boots, a black leather corset so tightly laced that you could span my waist with your hands. My hair is drawn back tightly from my face – my face completely devoid of colour except for the rich crimson lipstick – a colour that matches perfectly the tiny satin panties I’m wearing with the corset. My breasts swell indecently over the top, threatening to spill out completely if I move too suddenly. I stare at you completely without expression and uncover a tray full of, well, “instruments”. As you look at them the hair begins to rise on the back of your neck and you hear me say, “Darling, what do you think the opposite of sensory deprivation must be? Sensory overload? Let’s see, shall we?” and you realise that the torment is not over, but instead, only beginning…

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I see you watching me as I leave for work in the mornings. I feel your eyes on me as I walk away from my house – your eyes glued to the sight of my legs, my bottom, in my sharp business suit. Sometimes you’re there again when I get home in the evening. I see you. Standing there with your tongue practically hanging out – hoping to catch a glimpse of cleavage as I bend to pick up my newspaper. Looking at the curve of my buttocks, the length of my legs. I can read you like a book – a cheap, pulp fiction kind of book. I can see what you’re thinking “That snooty bitch – I know what she needs…” And you think you’re just the man to give it to me, don’t you? So when I invite you over to my house one evening – an evening when your wife’s away – you think you’re on a promise.

And so here we sit – you with a glass of wine in your hand, a stupid grin on your face and an erection in your pants. When I ask you if you’d like to have some fun I almost expect to see you begin to drool. You’re like a little boy who’s just been invited into the candy store. I tell you to strip and wear this blindfold, to allow me to bind your hands behind your back, and you’re thinking – “Wow – this chick’s kinkier than I thought, but what the hell…”

You can’t imagine how absurd you look – kneeling there naked, your silly cock sticking out – that ridiculous grin still on your face. You almost whimper in anticipation as I stroke and kiss your face. The fusion of the heat, the incense and the music, befuddle you so that you don’t hear the door open – the men entering the room. All you hear is me whispering, “Darling, open your mouth – I have a delicious surprise for you” and I DO have a surprise! As I grab your hair, yank your head back, your mouth is forced open. A hard, hot, fat cock is stuffed into your mouth without ceremony. You try to rise but I’m standing behind you now, forcing your head back painfully and you hear the sound of male laughter in the room. How many men? You don’t know, but you’re about to find out. The first fucker of your mouth has just shot his load down the back of your throat and the next is taking his place.

Oh dear, your face is getting very red and, are those tears running from under your blindfold? You’re not choking are you? And yet – look how hard your cock is! I bend and whisper in your ear, “You see darling, I know what YOU need” and I know that the next time you see me coming, you’ll lower your eyes.

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out will friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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