Headmistress' Slut

A clap of thunder startled me, annoyingly breaking my interest in a conversation coming from the table a few feet away from me. I was listening intently at the two women while Marie, my Mistress, was in the bathroom. I sat there, torn between rushing to her and blurting out what I'd heard or staying in my seat to hear the rest. I began to fidget, feeling a slow heat beginning to build between my thighs.

Both women were dark haired and in their late thirties, possibly early forties, either way, they were older than me and younger than my Mistress. The one next to me had her long hair tied in a neat ponytail. She was dressed casually in jeans and a thin pale blue blouse. Her black bra could be seen through it, encasing her ample breasts. They looked simply delicious. I stole a few glances, pretending to watch the rain cascade onto the street outside.

The woman sitting opposite her was dressed in a silk mint green blouse with small delicate flowers running alongside the buttons. Her long hair was mostly straight, but at the sides it had a definite wave running through it. It curled over her shoulders and rested on her breasts. Covering her legs was a long stonewashed denim skirt that sat a few inches above her ankles. Her heeled black boots crept underneath it. For a few seconds my eyes remained on her boots, wondering how far up they went; to her shins, maybe, to her knees, hopefully, to her thighs, heavenly!

"It didn't take you long to find someone else's heels to drool over did it?" Marie's voice broke my thoughts as she returned to the table and sat down with a smile on her face.

"I wasn't looking… much!" I said innocently.

"Yeah yeah… I know what you like, remember. Heels, stockings… panties!" Her teasing look as she said it told me that even though today was a 'free' day I was still hers to play with.

I looked up and saw both women staring at me. I smiled and lowered my head, attempting to hide my blushes. After a few seconds I looked towards Marie, dying to tell her what I'd overheard from the table next to me. The two women began chatting again, but this time they whispered their words and I was unable to hear anything. Every now and then they giggled and I couldn't resist looking over at them.

"What's so fascinating about them?" Marie queried.

I leant in, my face just inches from hers. "They are talking about Literotica!"

Marie chuckled. "We're not the only ones to read sexy stories you know." There was a slight pause as she sipped on her tea. "What were they saying?"

"They noticed my necklace and started talking about a story they had read about a headmistress and her slut." I softly spoke whilst tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.

"Ohh, this could be interesting!" She gave me a mischievous look. "What shall we do?"

"We do nothing Marie. You said it would be nice to go out as friends and nothing more, despite you wanting me to dress this way." I nervously picked at my fingernails. "You said we weren't playing today. And besides, we're out… "

"That really doesn't make any difference and if you think it did then you still have a lot to learn." She grinned and shrugged, ignoring the slight concern in my apprehensive tone.

I knew trouble was brewing as soon as that familiar twinkle in her eyes flashed my way. The corners of her mouth lifted and a wicked smile crept on her face. Marie picked up her cup of tea and held it a few inches from her mouth. She cleared her throat and looked directly at me. "Well, you are the headmistress' slut aren't you?" Her raised voice quietened the two women on the next table, halting their whispers and giggles. My face flushed with embarrassment. What the hell was she doing? Marie took a sip of her tea and lowered the china cup to the table. "Well young lady, are you going to answer your Mistress?"

God, I couldn't believe she was doing this here. I took three deep breaths and raced the words out of my mouth. "Yes I'm your slut Mistress." I lifted my eyes towards the two women and the one with the heeled boots on raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Marie took my hand in hers. "See, wasn't so hard to admit was it?" My face burned with shame. I shook my head and withdrew my hand from under hers. I sat there looking down at my lap knowing that the two women and my Mistress were staring at me.

There was a deathly silence for a minute or so until it was broken by one of the women. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but is her name Ms Leoni?" I looked up to see the woman with the boots on looking at Marie. The other woman looked a little shocked at what she had heard and remained quiet, looking on curiously.

"Yes it is… and you are?" Marie confidently questioned. The booted brunette offered her hand to Marie and announced that her name was Nicole. "Pleasure to meet you Nicole. What else would you like to know about my… Ms Leoni?"

"I would like to know what Ms Leoni was thinking when she was looking at my boots." Nicole said, inquisitively.

"I'm sure my slut would love to tell you. I'm intrigued as to what she was thinking too." God I can't believe she caught me eyeing her boots up. I kept my head down, fearful that this humiliation was far from over. The other woman to the left of me fidgeted in her seat and still sat in silence. "Well young lady."

I hesitantly looked up and stared at Marie, then glanced at Nicole. "I like the heel on them and…" My face grew red again, I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. I looked over at Marie and she devilishly smiled. Another deep breath and I blurted the rest out, "and, I wondered how far up your legs they went."

As soon as my sentence had finished, Nicole slowly raised her long skirt to just above her knee. I looked at the black leather boots and involuntarily licked my lips. Marie looked at me. She knew what I wanted, but god, not here, please, not here. Nicole twisted her foot, showing me the high heel of her boot. My eyes widened, gazing attentively at them.

Marie spoke, breaking my focus and thoughts. "Hungry, my little angel?" She shifted her chair next to Nicole and closed me in. On a cool and rainy late summers day, I was at boiling point. The air around me had become heavy and suffocating. As I sat at the table I could feel a warm band of sweat sweeping over me and between my thighs a clammy dampness was clearly evident. Nicole crossed her legs and her heeled boot came closer to me. I glanced around the café at a few people enjoying their coffee. They were totally oblivious as to what was happening in this corner. "On the floor Ms Leoni!" Marie quietly ordered.

I eased myself from my chair and onto my knees, lowering my palms to the floor. On all fours I crawled forward a little and began to lick Nicole's boot. My tongue swept across the toe, lapping at the leather. From just behind me I heard an "oh my" coming from the other woman. I licked and kissed the leather boot, reaching higher to the top as it graced her skin just below her knee. I craned my neck to reach around the back of the black boot and snaked my tongue back down to the heel. Marie broke the silence. "I knew she was hungry for them." Marie bunched a handful of my hair in her grasp and tilted my head to face her. "You can stop now, my little heel-slut!" I lifted my hands from the floor and knelt before my Mistress and Nicole. The other woman still sat behind me, appearing a little shocked and mesmerised at what she was seeing.

My pleated grey skirt that Marie told me to wear sat high on my thighs and the crisp tight white blouse was lewdly unbuttoned to my cleavage. My large bust heaved to be free at 'normal' times, but now, here in this café, it was too constricting in a blouse that was a size too small. My breaths were deep making my breasts rise and fall. This whole scene was far too embarrassing and my face continued to flush. To top it all, as I knelt on the hard floor my juices began to seep out of me and slowly they trailed down my thighs. I fidgeted slightly, gently rocking my hips back and forth, much to the delight of my Mistress.

"Now Nicole, watch my shoe. Come here slut." On my knees I shuffled towards her. I knew what she was going to do and god, I didn't have an ounce of resistance in me to protest. "Lift your skirt and show Nicole and her friend what a naughty girl you are." I lowered my head in shame. The indignity of it all overcame me and my eyes welled up. A tear spilled over and Nicole's friend murmured, albeit curiously, that this was enough. The woman stood up and suggested to Nicole that they leave. Marie put her hand on Nicole's thigh and squeezed it. "I think you'll want to stay for this…" She met the gaze of the other woman. "Sit down… I can assure you this is all for show." Nicole motioned for her friend to be seated. Reluctantly the woman did. "Now watch ladies!"

My eyes lowered to the floor, humiliation burning right through me. I took the hem of my skirt and lifted it slowly. I reached the top of my thighs and hesitated. "Carry on my little slut." Swallowing hard I edged it further up, over my thighs and hips. A simultaneous gasp came from the two women when they noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties. "You see how naughty she is, going out in public without panties on!"

Nicole grinned, "very, very naughty."

"Keep that skirt lifted high above your hips." Marie pointed at my shaped mound of dark hair. "I did that yesterday. Matches the necklace don't you think?" She chuckled, sending me deeper into humiliation.

"Ohh wow, it looks wonderful. You've branded her. Look, look…." She said pointing at her friend. Her friend stood up and looked around me. I thought she might have found it a little too much considering she hadn't been an active participant in this charade, but to my horror she giggled and told Nicole that she liked it. I glared at her and knew that my only ally had now succumbed to my degradation. She pulled her chair up alongside Nicole and all three women looked at me, eyeing me up like prey. The twinkling eyes and the evil, wicked smile of my Mistress told me that she was revelling in her stature over me.

My eyes glanced around the café once more and this time it was empty with customers. I returned to my Mistress for a split second before reverting my eyes to a waitress now walking towards us. I smiled, knowing that this game was over and relief began to wash over me. Surely she would see what was going on and tell us to leave, wouldn't she? I watched her intently, but before she reached us, Marie had turned around to her and asked if we could have a few minutes privacy, especially as we were the only ones left. The waitress nodded with a smile and turned on her heels and headed for the counter on the opposite side of the café.

I was mortified as Marie threw me one of her looks. Capturing her stare I shook my head and silently pleaded with her to stop this. She ignored me and told Nicole and her friend to watch. It felt like slow motion as her shoe came towards me. The pointed toe skimmed over my knee and tantalisingly crept up my inner thigh. At first, the tip tickled over the dark haired 'M' then lowered and slipped through my swollen lips. I gasped and shuddered at her touch. The point flicked over my clit and I bucked hard at the feeling that shot through me. Marie pulled her foot away and faced the glistening shoe at the two women.

Nicole, obviously the bolder woman of the two brushed her finger across Marie's shoe, scooping up my creamy juice. Marie smiled at her, silently begging the woman to taste it. Nicole rubbed my essence across her fingers, spreading it with her thumb. She looked up at Marie, "may I?" My Mistress nodded, thinking that Nicole would in fact lick the juices herself. Instead she turned to her friend and requested she open her mouth. The quiet woman opened without hesitation and Nicole pushed her fingers into her friend's mouth. She pursed her lips around them and sucked them in and out. She then opened her mouth and snaked her long tongue in between Nicole's fingers, moaning all the while. She fixated her eyes on mine and with a final groan Nicole withdrew them. The woman winked at me and grinned.

Questions rattled through me. Was this luck that we had met another Mistress and sub? Or had Marie planned this? She couldn't have, could she? The look on Marie's face as she watched the impromptu show indicated that this was pure luck that these two women had seated themselves next to our table. While watching the scene before me I had lowered my skirt and was firmly told to lift it back up. Marie had captured the limelight once more with her voice and without hesitation I immediately lifted it above my hips.

I composed myself, ready for the next step of this humiliation. My face seemed permanently flushed and the mortification burned through every layer of skin. This time, with no touches to my thighs, she went straight for my pussy. I groaned loudly and she pressed the top of her foot onto it. The point of her shoe occasionally burrowed into my hole. I bucked and whimpered as her shoe continued to rub along my inflamed pouty wet lips.

My hips rocked and with each movement my breasts fought to keep inside my blouse. It was becoming tighter and more restrictive by the second. The two women looked in wonderment at me. Their faces now flushed and Nicole's hand rubbed the crutch of her friend's jeans. Marie's foot stroked harder causing me to pant. "Does that feel good?" All I could do was mumble incoherent words at her. I held the skirt up with one hand and with the other I clawed away at my blouse. I groped my breasts, kneading them, flattening them against my chest. My moans were getting louder. The point of her shoe constantly moved back and forth over my clit. I began to bounce up, losing control. I didn't care that I had a captive audience, I didn't care that humiliation had got to me this way. I wanted to cum, needed too.

Nicole had her hand in her blouse, appearing to roll her nipple between her fingers. Her other hand still circled over her friend's covered crutch. Her hips were rocking on the chair and her eyes were glazed over in a trance like state, staring at me as I writhed on my knees. My skin was damp with sweat and the tightness of my blouse against my moist flesh caused the fabric to become virtually transparent in places. My black bra showed obscenely through. Both my hands were now groping my heaving breasts. Faster she diddled my clit with the point of her shoe. A string of "oh god's" left my ever groaning mouth. I looked at her, begging and pleading to her, "please Mistress…"

She kept up the incessant flicking on my clit and sternly said, "NO."

Tears formed in my eyes and spilled over, running down my burning cheeks. I kneaded my breasts and rocked hard on her foot. In between my wails I heard the woman moaning loudly. Her hands gripped onto the side of her chair and Nicole sped up her fingers. "Ohh, ohhh, Arghh…" The woman came, throwing her head back and wildly moaning.

I was desperate now, hearing and seeing her cum made me want it even more. "Please Mistress…" I rocked violently back and forth and my back arched sporadically. "Oh god Mistress… I have to… please!" Still she sat there flicking the tip of her shoe over my pulsating clit. I pinched my breasts roughly, tugged on them and twisted them. I thrust my hips higher, pressing my pussy onto her shoe. Her foot now tapped my clit rhythmically, replacing the flicking. Squishy tapping noises all in rhythm to my thrusts coincided with my heightening cries of wild uncontrollable screams.

I tugged at my blouse and skirt, wanting to be free and unrestricted. I bent backwards, pushing my pussy upwards and forward. The flat of her shoe tapped harder onto me, almost like a spank, one after the other after another. "Please… please…" I was shaking and out of control. My eyelids fluttered open and shut and in a lustful haze I saw my Mistress standing above me, her shoe now rubbing deep continuous circles on my pussy. Her three-inch heel occasionally dipped into my pussy, causing me to gasp and squeal.

I again began to tug on my blouse. "May I cum, please… I beg you… please!" She smiled and nodded her head and that was it. I screamed and growled. Fire burned through my pussy, it rose higher and higher, deeper and deeper. My hands grasped my blouse and gripped onto the lace of my bra and with an almighty jerk I ripped them off me. Buttons flew and the torn lace cups freed my huge breasts. I groped and abused them as my orgasm rode through me like never before. Tears flowed as the raw passion encompassed me, consuming me.

I collapsed limply onto the sticky sweat covered floor. In between my ragged breaths and my heart thumping, I heard Nicole's voice. "Holy shit…" In my blurry state I saw my Mistress above me, standing proud with a wide grin on her flushed face, breathing hard. Nicole spoke again. "Is she ok?"

"Yeah she's fine. Get some water." Marie ordered. The other woman stood and reached over to pour some water into a glass. The woman began to lower herself to me but was stopped by my Mistress tugging on her arm. "I'll do it… she needs me." The woman handed the glass over and Marie hooked one arm under my head and tilted me to the side. She held the glass to my lips and instructed me to take small sips. My eyes began to focus properly and I looked into her eyes and whispered a 'thank you'. She helped me sit up properly and then assisted me to my feet.

Nicole's friend placed her jacket over my shoulders. I shivered as the cool air hit my tepid skin. The majority of the heat that had flourished in me had withered away apart from the searing heat that still burned between my thighs. My pussy tingled, still consumed with arousal. I took the glass from Marie and took bigger sips of the water.

Nicole handed Marie a card and said to call her if she ever wanted us four to meet again. "I might just do that… we have a function at the house coming up. I'll let you know." Nicole smiled and nodded and took hold of her friend's hand and pulled her from the chair. Marie placed her hand on the woman's arm. "I'll ring Nicole anyway so I can return your jacket, and by the way, what 'is' your name?"

"Scarlet, Madam." She said, lowering her head.

"What a beautiful name."

Scarlet whispered a 'thank you' as Marie hugged her, followed by a hug for Nicole. "I'll send you an invite." Nicole nodded and her and Scarlet left the café.

Marie sat beside me and brushed my hair away from my eyes. "You did good… you took my breath away." That was the first time I had seen and heard sincerity come from her. She leant in and kissed me softly, followed by a softly spoken order. "We can't go home just yet, my shoe is all dirty, would you do the…"

I interrupted her sentence with a smile. "With pleasure Mistress." I dropped to the floor and lovingly licked my dried up secretions from her shoe. I looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Your other one doesn't look very clean now… can I?"

"Of course." She said as her legs crossed in front of me.

When I had thoroughly licked and kissed it clean I sat back on the chair. "What was that about a function at the house?"

Her eyes twinkled again and her smile broadened. "Ohh that. You'll see!"