Introduction
This chapter is another tale of lesbian seduction and domination starring Chloe Sharpe. Chloe is an 18-year-old dominant (domme) at Woodglen High School. She's looking to turn 43-year old Abby Kane and eventually her 18-year-old daughter Jesse Kane into her personal submissives.
Other characters from Chapter 1
:
Elyse Devers
-- French teacher at Woodglen High School, one of Chloe's favorite submissives.
Pris Pruitt
-- Very smart student, another one of Chloe's favorite submissives
Author's Note
: You may want to read this chapter all at once (or over the course of a few days) if your memory is as bad as mine, since the end refers to the beginning. But it's certainly not required. The chapter can stand alone, but it does reference a few things from Chapter 1.
Acknowledgement
: I owe much gratitude to
silkstockingslover
whose stories have provided inspiration and insights. She's one of my favorite writers on Literotica and much of her work features my favorite themes -- lesbian submission, "MILF" submission, etc. Go check out her writing! I can't possibly compete in quality, but I hope you'll enjoy my contribution to the genre.
Abby and Jesse
It was the final week of the fall semester at Woodglen High School. Days were growing shorter. Nights were getting cooler. And teachers at the school were holding their semi-annual "parent-student-teacher" conferences -- their PSTs...
Abby Kane and her daughter Jesse waited in the long hallway outside the school's French classroom. It was almost 4 pm on the last day of the semester, time for their scheduled PST with Jesse's young French teacher, Elyse Devers. A lot of parents didn't bother to sign up for the conferences, even though every teacher offered them. But Abby liked to stay involved in Jesse's education and was always proud to hear of her accomplishments, so she'd gladly agreed to the PST with Ms. Devers.
Jesse wasn't nearly as thrilled about having to attend the session, but she just went along, deciding it wasn't worth arguing over. At least
Madame Devers
had been making her laugh with some raunchy French jokes lately.
Jesse honestly couldn't wait to graduate so she could ignore her mother's demands, just like she ignored the needy girls at school. Too many girls seemed to want to hang out with her, or even
be
her, "because I'm hot and have half a brain," she told her mom once. She didn't think of herself as vain, but she was proud of her pretty face, luxurious blonde hair, and figure to die for. In any case, she knew who her friends were and didn't have much patience for anyone else.
Abby admired Jesse's hair while they waited, glad that she hadn't dyed it some unnatural shade like fuchsia. She couldn't understand why blondes would want to be anything besides blonde. She spent good money to keep her hair as blonde as it had been in her youth (flaxen, she called it). But even with great hair, Abby no longer saw herself as "hot", thanks to the growing lines around her lips and eyes. Her breasts had never been as full as her daughter's and now she felt they were sagging a bit. At least she still shared some of Jesse's best facial features, including her cute turned-up nose and high rounded cheekbones. Something about the angle of Abby's and Jesse's eyebrows made it especially clear they were related, but on Jesse the brows looked almost roguish, whereas Abby hadn't looked (or felt) roguish in years.
A few minutes after 4 o'clock, the door to the French classroom finally opened and Elyse Devers appeared. "Come on in!" the teacher beckoned warmly. Mother and daughter filed into the classroom -- Abby eagerly, Jesse just eager to get it over with.
The room was decked out the way you'd expect a French classroom to be, with posters of Parisian sights and French vineyards and lists of conjugated verbs on the walls. Some student art projects were posted as well, along with maps of France, Canada, Belgium, and a few other Francophone countries.
Curiously there was already a pretty blonde teenager waiting in the room. The teacher introduced Abby to the girl: "Mrs. Kane, I'd like you to meet my student assistant, Chloe Sharpe."
Abby was intrigued. "It's very nice to meet you," she responded. The student looked no older than Jesse.
Chloe smiled engagingly and replied, "
Enchanté
. It's nice to meet you too." Then she kissed Abby on both cheeks the French way, surprising her. Abby was enchanted indeed. The girl was strikingly beautiful, with fair freckled skin, lovely blue eyes, and an eye-catching figure. There was a twinkle in her eyes, as if she had a secret and wanted you to guess what it was.
Chloe wore her best smile. She knew that warm and welcoming often worked best with potential submissives at the beginning. Thus began
Act I
of her devious three act play -- the act where she played the
charming ingénue
. Anyone who knew Chloe well would know that her smile right now was that of a crocodile -- more about appetite than affection.
Elyse Devers was American but could easily have passed for a pretty Parisian, thanks to her messy French bob hairstyle and her breezy floral wrap dress. Abby had met the teacher twice before and found her to be delightful and endearing, but now she seemed a bit more... stylish? Poised? Maybe it's the dress, Abby thought.
Elyse explained, "So here's how I set up these conferences. First I talk to the student one-on-one, while Chloe gives the parent an overview of what we do in class. Then we all get back together and I go over the child's accomplishments and discuss areas for improvement." Abby didn't have any comments, so Elyse continued, "So while I talk to Jesse, why don't you and Chloe get acquainted. She'll show you some of the things we do here."
An interesting approach, thought Abby.
"Chloe, just give us about 15 minutes," Elyse said.
"Oui Madame," Chloe replied pleasantly.
Of course Chloe said nothing that might reveal she was Elyse's
domme
.
Elyse escorted Jesse into an adjacent office while Chloe and Abby stayed in the classroom; there Chloe proceeded to show Abby some of the projects the students had created. "Madame Devers likes to teach her students about French culture, not just the language," Chloe explained. One wall of the classroom was lined with photo essays created by students on French daily life, including restaurant scenes, school festivals, beach scenes, and so on. On another wall were montages of famous French paintings the students had put together.
The photos reminded Abby of her long unfulfilled desire to visit the romantic French capital. "I would love to go to Paris someday. The Eiffel Tower, the museums, the cafés..."
"So would I!" Chloe enthused. "Especially the art museums. I mean, just look at these." She pointed to some of the art montages, especially one showing paintings by Edgar Degas. Half the Degas works depicted nude women bathing or drying themselves.
That didn't faze Abby at all. "Oh, those paintings are very nice," she noted. She was progressive about such things.
"Yeah, Madame Devers encourages us express our own tastes. She lets us display our favorite works. This one's my favorite." Chloe pointed to an 1886 painting of a nude woman wringing out her hair in a tub, called simply "Bath".
Chloe really did like some of the impressionist art. Degas and Manet appealed to her the most; they liked painting nudes after all. Half the subjects seemed to have red or auburn hair, reminding her of Elyse's auburn-tinged bob. The nude artwork was all very tasteful, but Chloe had mischievously taped naked photos of Elyse to the back of the nudes, with her face masked or cropped out of course. Some students would be very surprised when they dismantled their projects.
Chloe went on to show Abby more of the photo essays, but Abby was having trouble keeping her eyes off the shapely blonde leading the little tour, who was more beautiful than any photo (except maybe a photo of her). Abby sometimes found certain women to be very attractive, especially mature teens. She didn't think of herself as a lesbian, despite having experimented with a girl once when she was a teen. But she found some women so alluring that she felt a strong desire to be close to them -- close enough to kiss them. Some women even found their way into her battery-powered late night fantasies. And Chloe was beyond alluring -- she was gorgeous. Abby quickly noticed that the girl was poised and confident as well -- the way she smiled, the flow of her movements, the tone of her voice.
Chloe found Abby intriguing. She'd be a conquest worth the effort, but honestly Chloe didn't think it would be difficult. Abby was already ogling at her. The real entertainment would come later, when she'd get the woman to commit indecent acts on command.
It wasn't long before Chloe ran out of things to show Abby, so they just chatted. "Jesse is so lucky to have a supportive mother like you," the teen effused. "She's a great person and she does well in school too. You deserve a lot of credit. Too many parents don't take an interest in their children's education."
"I try to stay on top of what she's doing. I think it's very important," Abby replied, blushing a bit from the praise.
"So is there a Mr. Kane around?" Chloe asked. But then she quickly feigned an apology. "Oh I'm so sorry, I shouldn't ask such questions. I get too personal sometimes."
"Oh no, it's okay, I don't mind," Abby assured her. "We're divorced, and he's almost completely out of the picture. He isn't nearly as involved with Jesse as I am."
"That's too bad. That makes Jesse's accomplishments all the more impressive. She owes it all to you."
Chloe was generous with the compliments, and getting personal was part of her plan. She'd keep bringing up Jesse, exploiting Abby's obvious pride in her, and then she'd let the conversation turn spicy. She knew it would be lots of fun to turn Abby into a pussy-pleasing lesbian. Then she planned to turn Jesse too, or have Elyse do it -- ah Elyse, the best damn teacher a domme could ever want.
Abby continued, "I don't think I can take
all
the credit, but I'm trying to raise Jesse to be successful and happy."
"I bet you're a natural with teens, Mrs. Kane. Don't you volunteer or something? With younger students?"
"Yeah, I help tutor middle school kids," Abby said with pride. "One day a week I meet with them after school to help them with algebra, English and history. A couple tutors your age help me out too."
"That must be
so
rewarding," Chloe said, overacting a bit.
An image of Abby seducing her young tutorees briefly flashed in Chloe's mind.
What the fuck?
Chloe scared even herself sometimes. She quickly suppressed the vision, since 18 was her lower limit. She was very strict about that.
Abby perceived that Chloe was a great listener. "Yeah, tutoring is very fulfilling," the mom said. "I like kids and want to help them develop the skills they'll need in this world. I try to teach them how to think through problems, even when they don't know the answers. I try to help them see the world from other people's perspective."
Chloe replied, "Yeah, so many problems in the world could be solved if we just tried walking in each other's shoes. It's noble of you to help shape young kids' minds and teach them about life, not just algebra."
Chloe knew that one key to being a domme was the ability to put yourself in your sub's shoes. And she liked the occasional submissive who could think like a domme -- one who could dominate others while still submitting to her. It's all about layers. As for algebra, well, getting others to do her homework had taken a toll on her math skills.
"The kids keep me young too," Abby joked.
"You
are
