Massage With A Difference Pt 03

Massage with a difference. Part 3

Ken is reacquainted with his old headmistress.

This chapter leads away from Ken's adventures with Tess and Layla but continues with his desire for humiliation and discipline with Miss Campbell. As ever, if corporal punishment is not your thing, there is no need for you to read any further.

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"Well then. Now we know rather more about each other than either of us expected this morning, don't we Ken?" Miss Campbell didn't waste a moment to get to the point.

"Yes, that's true, Miss Campbell." My thoughts were in turmoil, and I didn't know what to add.

She did. "And the first thing we must agree on is that neither of us shares our secret. Are you with me on that?" she demanded.

I knew she had a lot more at stake than I did, but I had no intention of telling anyone. The idea that people would know I was a cock-sucking, cum-eating, cane-loving slut who had just asked to be fucked in the ass by a ladyboy wasn't on my list of priorities. That Miss Campbell was a pain-hungry slave to the same ladyboy was her business and certainly not for me to broadcast around the town.

"I agree wholeheartedly, Miss Campbell." I was still in awe of her and felt the role difference was such that I shouldn't even begin to think of calling her Maria. She was my headmistress from just a couple of years ago after all. Effrontery like that would have earned me the cane from her back then.

I wonder if it still would now?

At that thought, my, as yet, unemptied balls gave a lurch.

God, how frustrating. They didn't even let me cum!

"Good. I'm glad that's settled. Let's keep it that way. I'm sure you can imagine the consequences if I ever learn you have broken our pact."

"I certainly can, Miss Campbell. Please don't worry. It's between us."

And the staff at the massage place!

"I know where you live, if you are still at the same address. I'll take you there now. I was sorry to hear about your parents, Ken. That was tragic. Is it just you now?"

"Yes. Thank you, Miss Campbell. It was a terrible shock at the time, but it's been a year and a half now and time, as they say, helps the heart to heal a bit. Of course I miss them very much, but happily for me they left me comfortably well off. You probably know, I was an only child, so yes, it's just me now and the house is mine."

"Hmmm." We drove in silence for a few minutes, my mind spinning with memories, not so much about my parents though; I had tried to block those out. Instead, I was reliving my visits to her office.

She must have been too. "Is it true what Layla said to everyone back there, Ken. Did you really grow to enjoy, and to look forward to your visits to my office?"

I turned to her, looking at the face that had conjured up a thousand wanks over the past years.

"Yes, it is." I said quietly, forming the words as I spoke. "I got a deep thrill out of the way I had to take my clothes off in front of you, knowing that you were going to see me get aroused. That helped a lot, and the fact that your canings stung, but didn't really hurt, made me not fear reporting for punishment. I enjoyed having to obey you and submitting to your commands."

I looked away, slightly embarrassed at my revelation to her. "I used to try to get caught sometimes, so that I would be summoned to your office. It got that I wanted to submit to you almost all the time. I craved the humiliation, and surrendering myself to your cane."

I could see her expression change and a flush came to her cheeks.

"Yes, Ken. I guessed as much at the time, and I confess to enjoying our little game back then too. Perhaps that was why I never beat you too hard. I wanted you to want to come back for more." She looked over at me briefly.

"Do you miss it so much? Is that why you are visiting Tess and Layla's House of Correction now?"

"Their House of Correction?" I had no idea that was its name. I'd noticed the sign at the door of course - HoC Massage. Bloody idiot that I am, I had never thought past that.

"I actually thought it was a genuine massage place and went there to get some help with my sore back. It didn't take them long to work me out though! You seem to know them well - I suppose they told you all about my first visit?"

"I do know them well, Ken, that's true. I know them socially as well as professionally. I've been visiting their place for quite some time now. Of course, I didn't know who it was they were talking about when they described your visit. They are very discreet and I'm sure they didn't know about our connection, but I did want to watch when they described what they planned for the next time."

She gave a little laugh. "I didn't anticipate what they were going to do with me today though. That came as quite a surprise for me, and I was more than a little embarrassed when I recognised you coming back into the room after they had repositioned me. I know you recognised me immediately. You blushed beautifully!"

"Haha. Yes. I was shocked to see you there, particularly secured in that position." I glanced at her again. "I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear me say that I have often fantasised about something like that."

She smiled kindly. "You know, Ken, I'm not ashamed of what you saw. I am very much like you in my desires. It's just that I enjoy dishing it out a bit too, although I never overstep the limits at school, as you know. At Tess's place, it is different."

"It certainly is!" I agreed.

We arrived outside my house. I thanked her for the lift and invited her to come in for a drink, to continue our chat, but she said no.

"I never drive after even one small drink, Ken. Nobody should. But I agree that we haven't finished our discussion. Let's meet again somewhere neutral. The Pig 'n Whistle does an excellent Sunday roast lunch. Would tomorrow be too soon for you? It would be my treat." She smiled invitingly, and I walked unhesitatingly onto her web! "Meanwhile, not a whisper to anyone about today, remember?" and off she drove.

My first wank of the evening was purely blowing off steam. The second one incorporated images of Layla, Tess and Miss Campbell. If they got points for number of appearances in my mental pictures, Miss Campbell would have won the day!

There was no sign of the blue Range Rover outside the pub, but that didn't surprise me.

She'll probably get a taxi.

In fact, she was there before me and had secured a secluded booth mostly out of the gaze of other patrons. I sat opposite her and admired her beauty first, and then her very neutral choice of clothing.

She isn't trying to seduce me with sexy clothing. She probably knows she doesn't need to!

"You're a good-looking boy, Ken. Don't you have a girl?" straight to the point!

I had to search deep for a response. "No, Miss Campbell. The truth is, I don't really know how to meet girls who interest me. In fact, I'm quite happy without. It leaves me free to act on my other urges and I doubt if there are many girls who would want to share themselves with those - they are pretty unusual!" I blushed.

"Hahaha," she laughed gently, "I suppose you're right. Especially girls your own age." She paused a moment, and then continued.

"What about boys, then? Is that something you might go for instead?" she watched me keenly as I retorted.

"Oh, no, Miss Campbell. I mean, I have nothing against guys who want to play with other guys, but that isn't my thing. Yes, like all teenagers, there were occasions when I experimented with friends, but that was just childish fumblings."

She sat back and studied me. "So, what is it then? Layla?"

She had seen me debasing myself with Layla and there was no doubting what she was. I'd already seen the proof of that! "Or Tess? You made some rather revealing statements about your hopes there!"

She really was probing, but somehow I was comfortable with that - with her. I didn't mind talking like this with her, perhaps because she was very much into the same thing as me, but also I found I wanted to open up to her because she was the first woman to ever take an interest in me.

"Again, no. I didn't seek that out. I didn't even know she was a ladyboy until she showed me and then it was too late to step away, even had I wanted to. No. I went along with it for a different reason. I fancied her as a woman and wanted to obey her, no matter what. I wanted her to dominate me, and I was very turned on when I discovered she was a ladyboy and she was making me do things I wouldn't normally want to do. If that meant submitting to a hard caning, or sucking her cock, I wanted to submit to her."

I paused for effect. "As it turned out, I had to do both!"

She burst out laughing. Not at me, but with me.

"So, if a dominant woman gives you a command, you will obey her, is that what you are saying? Even if what she tells you to do is something unusual, painful or simply humiliating?" she probed further.

"Well, first, I have to find the lady attractive. If I do, then the answer is likely yes, Miss Campbell. I guess I am a submissive slut... with conditions!"

She laughed again and I found myself relaxing in the company of this beguiling woman who was so easily getting me to understand myself. To put into words the deeper feelings that had been coursing through me for the past three or four years. And then it came.

"Do you find me attractive, Ken?" she looked at me with an expression I couldn't work out.

I took her question seriously. It was a serious conversation, and this was no time to be flippant, or chivalrous for the sake of it. She was talking with me adult to adult, even though I was so recently her school pupil.

"I was in awe of you at school, Miss Campbell, and I thought I was in love with you. I was younger then and that was obviously a bit silly, but attractive doesn't cover it, Miss Campbell. In my eyes, you are beautiful."

I couldn't hold her eyes. I looked down, abashed at what I had just said and stared at my now empty plate. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. There was a long silence, and then she spoke.

"That was probably the nicest compliment anyone has ever given me, Ken. Thank you." I looked up, my heart thumping in relief. I hadn't offended her.

"And as a woman who you find more than attractive, I command you to go to the bar and fetch us two more glasses of wine!"

We both laughed at that one and my reaction was slow.

"NOW!"

"Yes, Mistress."

I jumped to my feet and did as I was told.

Mistress? What the fuck? Oh god, here we go again. Am I surprised? No. Am I turned on? Becoming so, yes. Oh, lord, is she going to make me her slave now? How would I like that? Yes! Without reservation, yes! I'd love it! But I'd better let her take the lead here, she might have been joking.

When I returned and sat down, she took her glass and sipped from it. It was only her second glass and she was in full control of herself. And me.

"You were slow to obey me, Ken. Did you think I was joking?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Campbell. I wasn't sure if that was the way you meant it." I was contrite.

"Well. Think about it. By the way, are you badly bruised from your caning yesterday?" she changed the subject but kept the theme.

"Yes, I am. The marks from my first visit lasted less than two weeks, but this was harsher than that one. I think I'm going to be carrying these marks for at least that long, maybe three weeks."

"Well, consider yourself lucky! From experience, I know mine are going to be with me for a month. I have a special balm that I use that helps the skin to recover completely much more quickly than nature alone would."

She gave me a pensive stare. "I would like you to come to my home three weeks from now so that I can inspect you. Will you do that for me?"

There it comes. I'm the fly, and she's the spider. Oh, my, my cock just twitched and I have that feeling in my nuts.

"Of course. I would be honoured, Miss Campbell."

"I think you will like my house. It has a special cellar which I have been developing recently. I will make my inspection of you there and let you know if indeed your marks have cleared."

She gave me her address and phone number and told me to arrive at ten thirty, Saturday morning, three weeks hence. "Don't be late!"

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I didn't dare be late. Showered, shaved, yes there too, and four days of abstinence, I was ready for whatever Miss Campbell might have in mind. I couldn't believe she would just have a quick look at my ass and send me home.

I'd never seen her house before and was astounded at the size of it. Set in its own grounds behind high walls and a sliding electric gate, the driveway curled round to the right and back again behind a large rhododendron bush, hiding the house from view from the gate.

Private money, obviously. A headmistress's salary wouldn't buy this!

Beside the Range Rover sat a new Mini. I parked my own car and rang the bell.

No hesitation there, Ken.

I encouraged myself.

The door opened and there stood Miss Campbell. She beckoned me in with a welcoming smile. Again today, she was wearing neutral clothes, just a skirt and a blouse.

No leather catsuit!

After instructing me to remove my shoes, and providing some house slippers, she ushered me into a sunlit drawing room and offered me some morning coffee. I gratefully accepted. We chatted about the past three weeks as if there were no underlying reason for me being there; she made no reference to that. It was like visiting a favourite auntie.

With the coffee drunk and the cups cleared away, Miss Campbell returned to the drawing room while I was admiring the art on the walls.

"Now, Ken. I am sure you remember the underlying reason you are here today. You promised to show me if there are any remaining marks from your beating at the hands of Mistress Tess. You assured me they would be completely cleared by now, but that it would take this long for them to do so. I happen to be an expert in these matters, so I will know if you were telling me the truth."

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I have been checking myself daily and I reckoned they were gone six days ago." I gulped. She had changed her tone and was now playing the 'headmistress' role.

Or is it just 'Mistress'? I think I'd like that.

"I, uh, have a request, if I may?" I stuttered.

She smirked a little. "You may, Ken. What is your request?"

"May I call you 'Mistress' rather than Miss Campbell?" I blushed. Speaking to her with that title gave me a little thrill.

"Yes, Ken. I think that's a very good idea. Whenever you come to my property, you shall call me that. But, I shall continue to call you Ken. I prefer the personal touch, rather than 'slave' which you will not be to me."

"Thank you, Mistress." I felt a deep appreciation for her. Beautiful yet considerate, even if I was pretty sure that soon I would be made to pay for my adoration.

And now to business. "Where would you like me to be when I show you my bottom, Mistress?"

"I think you should prepare yourself here, Ken. You may proceed."

I took off my slippers and socks, and undid the belt around my waist. Unzipping my trousers, I dropped them to my ankles and drew down my boxers, turning away from her as if to bend over for her inspection.

"Oh, no, Ken. I think we are beyond being so coy. You will remove your lower garments completely. Take them off,

now

!"

I quickly complied, now standing there with my shirt tails covering my modesty.

"And the rest! When you report to me, from now on, you will do so in a state of total nudity. You will be completely naked when you submit to me. Today is an exception, but soon enough we will be descending to my cellar and there you will always be naked."

The words struck a nerve, and it made my cock bounce back into action. I could feel it growing as I unbuttoned my shirt and lay it over the rest of my clothes. I turned towards her and adopted the position I had learned from Layla; feet apart, hands clasped behind my neck. I stood facing my Mistress, naked, submissive, and exposing my rapidly hardening erection to her gaze.

And gaze she did. I saw her mouth twitch and her eyes harden.

"Ken. I did not give you permission to develop an erection. Control it immediately. You have one minute to make it subside or it will be the worse for you!"

Choirs of angels sang loudly in my head as I recognised the commanding timbre of her voice. I was exactly where I wanted to be - under her control, subject to her domination over me. I knew already this was a command I was going to be found guilty of disobedience and try as I might to concentrate on...

dammit, I'm going to be caned for this! And that doesn't help it go down!

I wasn't helped by her next pronouncement. I was right.

"Displaying an erection without permission is a caning offense, Ken. The penalty is twelve strokes and they will be administered very hard. This will be a strict rule for you on every visit you make to my house."

Dear god. It's guaranteed then. I have to be naked from the first moment I enter her cellars and I'll need permission to get a hard-on - and I don't imagine she will give me permission. So, twelve very hard strokes earned every time I come here! What a magnificent Mistress!

My minute was up, and so was my straining, throbbing cock.

"Congratulations, Ken. I wondered if the threat would dampen your ardour. I am delighted to see it has had the opposite effect. Clearly you want to be caned very hard. I promise not to disappoint you." She smiled encouragingly at me as I blushed my pleasure at her resolve.

"Now, Ken. I'd like to show you downstairs. I would like your opinion on the décor there." She waved me to the door, across the hall and down a passageway. A door on the right opened to some stairs and we descended into the cellars of the house. My heart began to speed up.

Whatever it is, it's starting!

The cellars were deep with high ceilings and we came to a large, old wooden door with iron studs. There was a wooden flap which I could see would swing open.

"It's the door from the condemned cell in the local prison, Ken. I bought it years ago on a whim and have finally found a use for it."

"The condemned cell? That sounds a bit ominous!"

"I'll let you be the judge of that. Let's go in." But first, she took some padded leather cuffs from a table in the corridor and secured them to my wrists.

"Hands behind your back! I don't want you touching anything!"

At first it was dark. Only a single red bulb shining on the back wall about twenty feet away. Then I heard the click of switches as one by one, Miss Campbell lit the room with what I would call 'atmosphere lighting'. Spotlights revealed different items of furniture. I saw some stocks, very similar to the ones I had been secured in twice before. An 'A' frame - I knew what that was for, and a different caning bench, padded rests for each leg and a sloping main piece for the torso. A bondage table, similar to the massage table I was familiar with, with a central cut out circle. And many other items to boggle my mind. On the wall, a Saint Andrew's cross.

The walls dripped with all sorts of instruments, their purpose pretty obvious to even this inexperienced lad. And shelves loaded with paraphernalia for the treatment and subjugation of whoever dared enter this place.

Oh my god, and I dared to enter this place! Is this just for fun, or does she have a stable of slaves coming here to submit to her? Or maybe she likes to invite strict dominatrices to come and give her what she obviously enjoys. I imagine it's both.

"Well, Ken. What do you think?" her voice a little husky.

"It's amazing!" I squeaked, cleared my throat and added, "I've seen rooms like this on the internet, but never in real life. I'm impressed. You've got a real winner here as far as I'm concerned."