I awoke to the feeling of Cay's soft breath hot against my chest. As I peered down to view the beauty in my arms I was surprised to find her glowing green eyes watching me in silence. How long had she been awake? I smiled for her as the residual weariness of sleep faded and the memory of what had happened the night before emerged. Cay was naked and pressed close against my body; our legs intertwined. Despite the sheets being at our feet she did not reach for them at all throughout the night. As I gazed at her naked form I noticed she began to blush.
"You're perfect," I assured her as she looked away.
"Thank you, Miss Vega." Cay said softly though I could tell she wasn't convinced.
"Will you keep shaving, for me?" My hand slipped over her hips. I drew circles with my fingers over her ribcage.
"Of course," she answered in a more spirited manner. I continued to run my fingertips over her soft skin, entranced by the milky white laid out for me. Before I was caught up in another session with my submissive I noticed the watch on my wrist that I had failed to remove the night before.
"I'm going to be late," I stated as I rose up into a sitting position. Teachers were always expected to get to school before their students. "Get dressed. I'll have to get you some more uniforms after work." I told her as I peeled myself away from Cay's beautiful body and headed for my closet. I quickly snatched at whatever professional wear I could find and began to hurriedly dress myself. When I stepped back out with my shoes in my hand I noticed Cay was perched at the side of my bed, fully dressed. She watched me once more with both hands in her lap. "That was fast," I remarked. "Do you want to brush your hair?"
"Would you like me to, Miss?" She asked in a quiet voice. I paused, despite the race against the clock. Oh how I wished then I could undress her all over again. Her questions drove me wild.
"Yes Cay, I would." I said with a smile. "Use the guest bathroom to make yourself look nice. You have ten minutes to yourself, then you will meet me at the door. There's a toothbrush in the medicine cabinet."
"Yes Miss Vega," Cay acknowledged before disappearing. I fled to my own master bathroom to do the same. Ten minutes later and the young girl was waiting for me by the door, backpack strapped around both arms.
"I'll drop you off where the bus comes today, but tomorrow you're going to have to walk there yourself. We can't be seen spending too much time together, okay?"
"Okay," Cay said lowly, though I detected my words might have weighed on her. I was too rushed for time to dig into it at that moment however. We got into my car and drove together in silence. When we reached the bus stop four blocks away from my house I scanned the area before parking along the curb. No one had arrived yet; the bus wouldn't show for another twenty minutes.
"Here's the key to the house. You'll be home before me so I want you to get started on any assignments you were given while I'm gone. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge...Uh, no," I said, correcting myself. "Cayla, you will eat something while I'm out, understood?" I had almost given her the option and I didn't want her starving herself because she was too scared to dig through my fridge.
"I understand, Miss." Cayla answered, eyes glued to her feet. She seemed comfortable with the directions I was laying out for her so far. I wanted to change that.
"Cay, look at me." She turned to face me and gave me another glance so powerful I inhaled at the sight of her gleaming eyes. As much control as I had over her, I couldn't stop her from doing that to me. "Be a good girl today and you'll sleep in my bed again tonight." Her eyes sparked with a fiery excitement at my promise.
"I will be very good for you, Miss Vega." She assured me. I smiled and flicked my head in the direction of her bus stop, indicating it was time for her to go. Cay stepped out of the car and headed for the bench across the street. I watched her as she walked, staring closely at her skirt and thinking to myself how nice it'd be if it were just a bit shorter. My thoughts fell back on the sewing machine tucked away into a closet at home. A smile crept across my lips as I pulled out of the park and drove away.
What had this girl done to me? I was becoming a different person the longer I stayed in her presence. As a twenty seven year old woman I had out-lived my crazy hormonal teenage years and yet I felt like a horny high schooler obsessed with the thought of sex. I wanted Cay. I wanted Cay more than I wanted to keep my job; more than my own reputation. Just the thought of her brilliant green eyes shying away from my gaze did something to me. I needed to dominate her in more ways than I had last night. But first I needed to know how.
This led me to a bit of researching at my desk while I waited for my first class to start. Our crappy computers were riddled with internet filters that kept anyone from stumbling upon a non-educational website so I had to use my phone to do all my searching. The results were endless.
A "Dominant and Submissive" search lead me to the discovery of BDSM, the name of the realm I was dabbling in. I learned that bondage was a huge part in most BDSM relationships and that the correct term for myself was "Domme".
I laughed at the title. How long had this word been in existence? What was "Domme" short for that "Dom" could not express? Why categorize the same meaning into gender biased columns for anything other than to narrow down the search results of a porn fetish?
I spent my entire morning with my eyes glued to my phone, my skin warm with excitement. Some Dominants liked to deny their subs an orgasm. Others used whips to paint their partner's skin red and purple before ever touching them. Other subs were gagged, blindfolded, dressed in leather, suspended, spread eagle, trained, or humiliated for no other reason than for the pleasure of their dominant. I watched videos of men being milked and young girls being penetrated by machines. I had no right to judge any of it and felt empowered by the thought that I was now apart of it. My head raced with ideas I could not conjure on my own the night before. I wondered how much of this Cay already knew of. And if she could watch these things without getting wet, like I now was.
The bell to signal the start of class scared my phone right out of my hands. I dropped it on my desk; a video of a woman with a strap-on anally penetrating a bound man playing on the screen. I shut it off before kids began to file into my room then fought to focus on more professional matters. Instead of today's lecture of structuring a thesis paper, I was distracted with images of myself pushing a butt plug in between Cay's bouncy little cheeks. I got through my first three classes well enough. The children I taught seemed to annoy me a little more than usual and I blamed my eagerness to get through the day for that. It wasn't until 4th period rolled around that I realized who would be coming through those doors next. Cay Draxler. Sure enough she stepped lightly for her desk towards the back, clutching the straps of her backpack like they were a life vest. It didn't surprise me that she avoided eye contact. As she sat with her head down I noticed a red blush that painted her usually pale cheeks.
"Everyone be sure to turn in last night's homework on my desk before we start," I indicated. Most kids did as they were told but I noticed the only one with my attention did not. With a minute to go before the class began I approached her slowly.
"Ms. Draxler, do you have your homework?" She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. A realization melted over her expression and I knew then what she would say next.
"N-no, Miss Vega." Her fingers were tightly gripped around the sides of her desk, her knuckles white from the pressure.
"Why not?" I asked though I knew the answer. It thrilled me to know I was the cause of her missing work, finally armed with a reason to punish her. Cayla's voice lowered as the pink blush on her cheeks turned a deep red.
"I didn't do it," she mumbled to me in near shame. I had to resist a smile.
