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."
