It's now been five days since the headmistress at my daughter's school revealed herself to me as my Mistress. The Mistress that I thought was half the world away and eight hours behind me. Within the last few days she has answered all of my queries on how and why she kept the truth from me. She also said that if I had been in the next town she would have carried on with pretending she was miles away. But as I revealed maybe a tad too much about my surroundings and thoughts she couldn't resist in showing herself when she was ready. She kept her promise with the email contact and now I have her special instruction printed out in front of me.
I was to go to the school and park my car at the rear of the building, just outside her office. There was nothing unusual with parents parking around the back, as after school meetings with the headmistress were common and she always, for the sake of reputation, told parents to use the parking spaces provided. I was also informed that my daughter would be helping out in the crèche again, which is situated in the furthest block from Miss Pittuck's office.
With an hour to go before I had to meet her, I took a relaxing bath. I covered my mound in shaving cream and brought the razor to it. The strokes of the razor sent tingles to my pussy. I spread my legs, hanging my left leg obscenely over the side of the bath. Again I applied the cream to my pussy and with care began to remove my trimmed pubes from my engorged lips. As I held the razor my little finger dipped just inside the crevice. It was moist with a velvety slickness. I shuddered with the contact and reminded myself that I wasn't meant to be pleasuring myself. When my pussy was completely smooth I rinsed off the excess cream and pulled the plug, draining the water from the bath.
Stepping out of the bath I grabbed the extra large fluffy towel and wrapped it tightly around my curves. The soft material caught on my erect nipple causing me to gasp as it sent a jolt of electricity through me. My body was tingling from head to toe. I haven't had an orgasm since that day in Miss Pittuck's office and my body was now reeling with excitement as to what would happen in just a short while.
I opened up my wardrobe and picked out the outfit that I was told to wear. As I took the hanger from the rail I smiled and moaned. I brushed my fingers over the clothing and removed each garment from the hanger. After softly patting myself dry with the towel I applied deodorant and moisturiser. I reached for the crisp white shirt and slid my arms into it. I buttoned it from the bottom and stopped at the fourth one. The top of the shirt was open to my cleavage. I was told that panties and a bra wouldn't be necessary. The bra part surprised me, considering my tits are large and needed some kind of support!
I stepped into the short grey pleated skirt, which leaves little to the imagination. The hem only just covers my arse and if you see me bend over in it, well, you just might see a little slice of heaven! I opened the drawer and took out a pair of long white socks. I rolled them slowly over my toes, my ankles and teasingly over my calves and over my knees. From under the bed I took my black court shoes with a slight heel and eased my feet into them. And now for the final part of my attire, the school tie. I took the spare one from my daughter's room and loosely tied it, fitting it under the collar and letting it fall on top of the shirt just below my cleavage.
I looked at myself in the mirror and stroked the "M" that sat proudly from my neck. As I smiled at my reflection I began to ruffle my hair. The movement of the shirt heightened the sensitivity of my nipples. I could feel my pussy moisten. I was so tempted to run my finger over my bare skin but again thought better of it. I grabbed my leather coat that I was permitted to wear over my clothes and made my way to the school, feeling both excited and nervous.
I pulled up right outside the door to Miss Pittuck's office and checked myself over before I got out the car. I knocked three times on the door and waited. I began to look sheepishly around, wondering if I had got the time wrong. In my haste to read her mails and do her bidding it is possible that I miss certain requests the first time around and quite often her mails do need a second and third read. Could I have misread the time, or even the day? I began to feel apprehensive. Should I just turn and leave? Her shadow looming towards the door thwarted my doubts. I breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door. She gazed at my long leather coat, a silent indication that she was waiting for me to open it up. I untied the soft leather belt and slowly pulled the coat apart, revealing my daring outfit that she requested me to be in. Her eyes then worked their way down my body. Over my tits, stomach, my grey pleated skirt and finally on my long white socks.
"Ms Leoni, don't you look delectable? Get in and take off your coat!" I removed my coat straightaway and stood in front of the leather chair that I had crudely licked the other day. Miss Pittuck stood by her desk. I couldn't help but get a stirring when my eyes fell from her heaving breasts to her black skirt, black nylons and shiny black high heels. "I know what you're thinking you little slut!" She started to walk towards me and my legs began to weaken. "You're thinking are they tights or are they stockings, aren't you?"
"Yes Mistress!" Standing in front of me, she was no longer the headmistress that I have known for seven years. Now she was this goddess that ruled my heart and mind.
"On your knees and take a look." I dropped to my knees at once. My eyes rested on the hem of her skirt as she slowly lifted it. As it rose higher my breathing slowed and deepened. I inhaled a short breath and with a hint of a whimper the tops of her stockings came into view. The pattern of lace was intricate and looked oh so delicate against her skin. As she raised her skirt a little more I noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear. I looked up at her, her eyes directly on mine. "Pleasure your Mistress!"
I didn't have time to answer. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her musky scent. She spread her legs wider giving me room to fully lick her moistened pussy. I curved my arms around her legs and lovingly stroked the soft material. I traced my fingers from her ankle to her knees and beyond, swirling imaginary lines over her stockings. I gently caressed the lace tops and ran my fingers down the back of her knees, feeling her legs give way slightly. I began to lick wildly on her swollen lips. I sucked them into my mouth and nibbled them causing her to moan. Her protruding clit became my next target. I sucked, licked and tugged at her throbbing spot and she began to fuck my face with vigour. Her thighs tensed around my ears and her pussy convulsed on my mouth. Her panting and gasps reached fever pitch, sending me into my own mini orgasm with a loud whimper. She heard my impromptu moan then forcefully pushed my head back causing me to fall to the floor.
She lowered her skirt and took a step back. "Have you just got yourself off slut?"
