MRS DUNNE
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Mistress Rose looked at the files stacked in front of her. This was her "Shades of Grey" collection. Women, and some men, who she allowed to glimpse into the hidden world of Hanson House. These were people who'd not previously imagined a world of sexual submission and service but were willing to experience it. They lacked the power and wealth to belong to the secret society that had created Hanson House. But they still had something to contribute.
The principal and boss of Hanson House allowed herself a wry smile. This group was "off the books" -- not a part of the official program but an invaluable asset all the same. These women and men allowed her to provide some different learning experiences for the best pupils at Hanson House. Rose also appreciated that the people in these files had been getting their first real experience of exciting and kinky sex.
They had come to her attention for different reasons. One of them may have made a careless remark to an acquaintance who was "in the know" - someone with contacts at Hanson House - and their name would be passed along. Or they might stumble across a certain website "by accident" and linger a little too long for anyone to believe they were not intrigued.
Some were "simple housewives" who longed for something new and thrilling. Books and movies had fired their imagination. These were the easiest to lure - women who were ready for a secret adventure that would have shocked their friends but guaranteed they'd have no regrets in later life. Such women were perfect for providing a reward to the young men who had been fully trained and would soon be assigned to wealthy - and needy - older women.
Others on the list were suitable to provide additional training experiences for select pupils - especially the young women still being trained to be fully submissive. It was good to let them see that sexual service was more than a perverted pleasure of their instructors.
For all those reasons and more, Mistress Rose had established a luxury apartment across town that was used regularly by the members of her "grey files". It was a cost to Hanson House but one that was fully justified. Some of these people were willing to pay for their adventure -- especially the housewives entranced by the offer of some light BDSM. Rose made sure there was a full suite of concealed cameras so that she and her staff could watch back the action -- all the better to assess her students and gauge the members of her "grey files". She knew that what this arrangement gave her star pupils made it worth every penny.
So, Rose carefully screened all the possible members of this group and hand-picked the lucky ones who would be given a glimpse into the secret world of kinky sex that Hanson House had been created to promote. Even the task of reviewing their files was a joy. It still amazed her that "plain suburban folk" could so quickly find their kinky side.
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Mrs Elizabeth Dunne was the first file. She had been a very good find. Liz was in her late thirties with a successful career and two children. A woman of striking beauty, she'd been surprised to come to the conclusion she was unhappy in her marriage -- it was boring, if nothing else. Coming into her sexual peak, Mrs Dunne had realised she wanted more.
In passing, she'd remarked to a colleague that she was thinking of leaving her husband. Over lunch, another friend had suggested an affair -- sex with another man would "spice up" her life. But Liz had been careless. Her answer was a muttered explanation that she wished she'd tried sex with a woman when she was younger.
Not an uncommon fantasy. Yet, that one sentence had been passed along. Soon Liz Dunne started getting unsolicited emails inviting her to check out websites featuring young lesbians. It took just a few visits before the emails became more explicit and the websites more hardcore. The experts at Hanson House could see what Liz Dunne had never realised about herself.
Soon the questionnaires started arriving. At first, Liz had thought it harmless fun. Then she became more and more intrigued. What was it all about?
Mistress Rose had known exactly what it was about -- Elizabeth Dunne had the makings of a very confident lesbian dominatrix. Liz had never thought of herself that way but each questionnaire took her through more intimate questions and scenarios. In the end it was easy for the Principal to issue her proposition.
Why not experience lesbian sex for the first time with a younger, subservient female who will obey your every command?
"Come visit Hanson House," the email had read. "We will provide a young woman, well-trained and ready to serve you. These are your fantasies. We can let you experience them for real. Why risk living with regret?"
With such preparation, Liz was ready for her first lesbian experience. Having a younger woman was less intimidating since she really was not sure what to do. The other important thing was what the questionnaires had revealed about her personality. Mrs Dunne had the makings of a demanding bitch who would find it easy to take charge of another woman and who, to her initial shock, was aroused by the idea of treating her lover harshly. She found a way to arrange a "business trip" close to where Hanson House was located.
Principal Rose had already selected the young woman for this assignment. Sacha was one of the best students in her year. She'd scored highly as a submissive and her training had shown she was very skilled. Despite her cunt having never been taken by a man, as was the case for all the female students, she'd initially resisted the idea of service as a lesbian. She loved cocks -- her reports made that clear -- but Sacha had come to realise that sexual service was equally rewarding whether to a man or a woman. The benefits she received while pleasuring her female instructors had confirmed that.
Sacha was perfect for Mrs Dunne. She was tiny, with breasts barely more than A-cup. Her hair was short and dark brown. She had a great little butt and well-shaped legs. She looked gorgeous in the standard uniform of a black G-string, suspenders and stockings. That was how she was dressed when she answered the door to Elizabeth Dunne.
Liz gasped at the beauty of the young woman and the lush apartment. Sacha took her bag and ushered her inside where Liz got a full view of the large space and the iron-framed bed.
Sacha did not mind at all being ogled by the older woman as she placed her bag in the bedroom. Liz thought her very sexy, indeed. But the sight of the young Sacha had to compete the view of the apartment and the considerable amount of equipment and implements that was laid out. There was art on the walls, carefully chosen and replaced to suit each visitor. On this night, it was a collection of etchings showing women undergoing perverse sexual torture.
Liz was not sure how to start things off. Happily, her new companion had been trained in breaking the ice.
"Ma'am. I am Sacha. Until breakfast tomorrow, I belong only to you. I am yours to use in any way you please. I am fully trained to meet your every desire and give you every pleasure."
Liz Dunne was still trying to overcome her nerves -- and her shock at seeing the apartment for the first time.
"What a fabulous place. But all these... these items? Are we supposed to use all of this?"
"No, ma'am. You're in control of me and everything that happens. You can do whatever you want with me and you can use any equipment. Like I say, I'm trained and can show you how to use everything."
Sacha was totally convincing -- because everything she'd said was true. Happily, Liz remembered the advice she'd been given from the Principal.
"Do what turns you on the most", the Principal had said. "Do what you are most comfortable with. This is your first time so just have fun!"
The young woman in front of Elizabeth Dunne was certainly very attractive. She looked so young but that was what she'd been promised. Liz was a newbie and it was easier to experiment with someone younger. She liked young bodies, enjoyed peeking at young, slim women and wondering what they got up to in bed.
Now she had her chance and Liz, for the first time in her life, put her hands on another woman and began to explore her body. As far as Liz was concerned, Sacha was perfect -- just the kind of young woman she'd imagined during her recent masturbation sessions. Small and perky. The older woman felt her own arousal growing as she fondled the almost-naked student. She rubbed Sacha's little tits and ran her hands over her body. Her tight butt cheeks, framed by the tiny G-string, felt so good in her hands. Liz had never been permitted, never dared, to touch a woman like this. Now she had her hands on a younger female who assured her "anything is permitted".
"I want to kiss you," said Liz. She hoped it sounded "bossy" enough.
"Please, Ma'am," replied Sacha. "Please use my mouth."
Her own briefing had been very clear -- the young student was required to be as alluring and encouraging as possible. Mrs Dunne was to have a totally enjoyable night with as many new experiences as possible
Sacha went onto her toes as the older woman bent down to kiss her. She had no problem with being used by a woman -- not any longer. The older woman felt nervous and Sacha thrust her tongue into her mouth, trying to show how passionate she was about her task of serving the novice Mrs Dunne.
The kiss was a revelation to Liz. The sensations were electric -- to kiss a woman, on the mouth! She'd been told to do whatever came to mind, whatever took her fancy.
"What do I call you?" she asked, breathlessly.
"Whatever pleases you, ma'am. I can be Sacha or I can be 'cunt'. Or sometimes I am called 'bitch'. Even 'slave' is OK if that's what you want."
Liz knew just what she wanted. She had imagined it often and Sacha was so young and so tiny and so willing.
"What I want is to sit on your face. You are a little tart, that's obvious. So you can be a little tart and let me sit on your face."
