"Yes, Mistress," Susannah replied sullenly.
"That's a good girl." Chloe went to her duffle bag and pulled out something Susannah had rarely seen her use -- a pair of steel handcuffs. Not fuzzy comfortable handcuffs, but rather standard-issue police cuffs. She promptly cuffed Brittany's wrists behind her back, which thrust the girl's breasts forward and made them appear even larger than they were, which was no small feat.
So Susannah would get to watch Chloe truly dominate someone. Moreover it was a stunning slut from the cheer squad, and Susannah had never thought much of that crew. They were beautiful but arrogant. The appeal of seeing a cheerleader submit was immense. But Susannah's enthusiasm quickly crashed when she remembered she'd just be a bystander.
Chloe slipped off her own panties, then sat on the far side of the desk with her legs dangling over the edge, facing away from Susannah so her beautiful butt was on full display. "You know what to do, girl," she said to Brittany. The cheerleader got down on her knees and promptly began pleasuring Chloe's muff with her tongue. Susannah desperately wished she were in Brittany's position, using
her
tongue to dance over her domme's delicious folds and wrinkles, but she knew it was out of the question. It was clear that
frustration
would be her punishment.
Chloe thrummed in pleasure, obviously relishing the young blonde's licking. At one point between moans she looked back and said to Susannah, "This could've been you between my legs. I would've commanded Brittany to service you too. Now you just have to watch and suffer." She resumed moaning and it wasn't long before she cried out, "Yes, yes, you slut!" while pulling Brittany's head hard into her crotch. "Oh my God... fuck... fuck!" she went on. Susannah knew she wasn't acting. This continued for an unbearably long time.
When Chloe was finally done, she ordered Brittany to hand her Susannah's coffee mug. While the cheerleader held it between Chloe's legs, the domme let out a steady stream of pee, filling it halfway. They set the mug aside. Susannah was sure that her punishment would involve the pee somehow.
"Brit, get completely naked," Chloe ordered. "Let's tease Suzie a little more." The cheerleader obediently removed her panties and sat crisscross on the desk. Chloe passionately kissed and fondled the girl, paying special attention to her lips and breasts. She sucked on every part of Brittany's body from the waist up, especially her stand-out nipples.
Chloe commanded Brittany, "Now lie on your stomach, you pretty little thing -- head towards Suzie, butt towards me." The still-handcuffed cheerleader obediently stretched out with her ass hanging over the far edge.
Chloe strapped on a rather large dildo (though not her largest) and quickly found Brittany's vagina with it. She began fucking the teenager from behind, sliding the sex toy in and out with ease, eliciting a steady stream of gasps. "Don't come yet, my dear slut," she ordered. Brittany somehow managed to obey. The domme clutched a handful of the girl's luscious blonde hair and gently pulled her head back. "Look at your principal. Seduce her."
Brittany turned her eyes up towards Susannah, looking at her with a sweet, subservient innocence that was obviously meant to turn her on. The cheerleader never broke her gaze, even as her gasps grew strained. Her hair was now a mess, giving her the look of a ravished young teen. The sight was an incredible turn-on for Susannah, bringing her perilously close to orgasm. The MILF closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but the scene in front of her, but the sounds and smells continued to drive her mad. When Chloe saw her closed eyes, she demanded, "Eyes open!"
Finally Chloe ordered Brittany to go ahead and come and the girl climaxed fiercely. It was as if she'd never had an orgasm before (that's how it often was with Chloe). Miraculously Susannah didn't come herself. When the teens were done, Chloe had Brittany pee into the same mug, though it was a bit messy with the girl lying face down. The domme set the mug on the desk.
"That will be your morning coffee tomorrow," Chloe said. Susannah winced at the thought, but she knew she had to obey.
Chloe freed the haggard cheerleader and shooed her out of the office. The teenage domme grinned roguishly at Susannah and said, "Until tomorrow." Then she split.
The next morning, Pris casually strolled into Susannah's office (unannounced of course). The principal hadn't slept well the night before, unable to get sex out of her head yet banned from pleasuring herself. She really needed her morning coffee. Then she remembered the mugful of pee. Ugh. The yellow fluid, having sat out all night, was a bit ripe. Pris (the once endearing, gentle Pris!) grabbed the cup and heated it up to a steamy temperature in the office microwave. Susannah had to drink it all of course. The taste was horrid, and to make matters worse, the liquid contained no caffeine whatsoever. Susannah wanted to add a bit coffee to the pee, but Pris ordered her to drink it straight.
This pattern repeated for the next five days. Each day Chloe brought a student by Susannah's office and made love to her in some way, teasing and taunting the poor principal. Each night Susannah slept restlessly, unable to masturbate. Each morning she had to drink a full mug of uncaffeinated hot piss. Chloe was accompanied by a different girl each time -- a blonde, a brunette, a redhead, and so on. Friday's twist was that Susannah was blindfolded while Chloe fucked a girl on top of her desk, so close that she could feel the girl's body heat. Chloe wouldn't say who it was, only that she was over 18 and Susannah knew her well.
On Saturday, Pris took a turn with a girl while Chloe was off doing Lord-knows-what. Each of the guest-whores was a student, with one exception. On Sunday, Chloe was back, fucking a
teacher
this time -- a highly respected, middle-aged history teacher named Lisa Chiavo. The woman had a husband and three kids, but nevertheless she licked Chloe's pussy and ass and took a hard ramming with a dildo in her own rear end. The teacher seemed ashamed at first, but then couldn't help herself and was lost in submission to Chloe.
Monday's catch was a rather chubby, unpopular girl, probably a virgin, whose life Chloe promised she'd change for the better. Susannah actually found that gratifying, since deep down she wanted to help every student, especially those who were struggling at the bottom of the social pecking order.
Paige
There was a full JDC meeting Monday night and Susannah spent the entire day dreading it, for obvious reasons. She knew Paige would be there. The girl never missed a meeting.
Paige McDoogle was the very prototype of an adorable teenage ginger. Freckly white skin. Long red braids. Sky-blue eyes. Her smile was always cheery, never snarky, and her laugh was nothing short of bubbly. She walked with a lilt in her step that would've been treated like an irregular heartbeat in middle school if she'd attended one. She was skinny and tall, and from the neck down she might be confused with a boy until you noticed the subtle curve of her breasts.
Bubbly or not, she could turn quite serious during JDC meetings, listening intently to whoever was speaking, absorbing every word as if it were a fascinating revelation. She seemed in awe of the outside world half the time, not quite realizing what a harsh place it could be.
Susannah had resolved to go through the meeting without looking or speaking to Paige at all, the better to resist Chloe's unreasonable demand. But that just made her fixate on the girl all the more. Susannah couldn't help but picture Paige naked, right there at the meeting, with her breasts on display and a patch of orange fuzz exposed between her legs. Susannah's own pussy stirred at the thought.
No, I can't give in to lust,
she said to herself every ten minutes. But the more she tried to ignore Paige, the larger the girl seemed to loom in the room -- and in her mind. When the meeting was over, she needed three glasses of wine to relax after the battle with her own desires.
Soon her punishment would be over and Chloe would respect her for her self-discipline. At least she hoped so. Then she could go back to treating Paige like any other young JDC member -- as someone to enlighten, not seduce.
The Apple Award
What Chloe did next was devious. Each day, in addition to screwing a random submissive on Susannah's desk, the domme had the principal invite some delightful young student to the office to receive something called the "Apple of the Day" award. The award ostensibly recognized the student for some small act of kindness. But it was a complete sham, arranged by Chloe to lure nubile 18-year-olds to the office to entice and excite the poor principal.
Chloe chose awardees who were among the most naive, endearing girls in school -- girls very much like Paige. One was recently homeschooled. Others were devout Christians or Mormons -- girls who'd been told sex was a sin every day of their lives (don't get Susannah started on whether Mormons are Christians). All the girls were pretty of course. Chloe didn't touch the teens herself; instead she commanded Susannah to do it. She ordered the principal to hand each student the award certificate personally and touch her gently somehow -- on the arm, shoulder, hip, etc. It couldn't be just a handshake.
This was something Susannah could do. It was within the norms of acceptable behavior, though it was positively creepy that she'd be doing it on purpose. But acceptable or not, the touches were kindling an inappropriate attraction to a flock of wholesome young girls she should be protecting. The fact that she was forced to do this after watching Chloe's sexcapades each day only made it worse.
