Pam Robinson - lady in the streets but a freak in the bed, prim and proper 3rd grade teacher, a true 50 year old former MILF evolving into a Cougar, has ensnared a 23 year-old African-American student teacher (Tyresse) from the local community college in a quid pro quo.
She's helping his career while he repays her Cougar mentality with his submission, happening just as Mr. Robinson (John) gets a promotion that takes him away from the house and away from his hyper sexual wife.
Most recently she seduced Tyresse AND a 20-something girl at the bar, Kris Bishop, getting both to submit to her wishes, while popping her lesbian cherry.
Only to discover Kris has a relative working at the school.
Read Chapters 1-4 to get the background and how we have arrived in this moment.
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"I can't get over how you made me feel last night," Pam Robinson told Kris, the young 20 something she bedded with her student teacher Tyresse just 12 hours earlier. "I'm thinking about those lips...yeah, you're a good kisser too! Yeah....so you'll stop over then? Awesome...I'll be waiting....ha, ha, okay. No...my husband isn't back yet...I'll at least have a t-shirt on."
Kris Bishop was an aggressive 24 year old African-American woman who jumped at the opportunity to turn a night at the bar into a threesome in a stranger's hot tub, still asking about Pam's husband. A quick phone call invitation for more personal that Sunday for sex told Pam all she needed to know.
She found out Kris Bishop was Tillie Bishop's cousin, TILLIE of all people! Pam had spent the morning stomping around the living room playing out how she was going to control the situation, it was obvious it could be achieved with sex.
Pam set the wheels in motion, Kris was headed back to her house for a more personal coupling. Pam was getting excited and went into the lingerie section of her closet to find suitable coverings that gave off dominance.
Having already rode her sexually, Kris was a wild pony that Pam knew she could break. She found an appropriate riding crop to be the first thing Kris saw in her hand wearing black lingerie. The plan was simple, play today and draw up a contract that included restricting access to Tyresse, especially where he worked, later.
Pam settled on a simple black combination of stockings, heels, garter, panty and bra, her hair brushed to it's finest, softest form. She delicately put on perfume that gave off a soft musk, and held her black riding crop, looking at herself approvingly in the mirror.
'Just come in the front door like last night' - Pam texted and moved into the dinning room, sitting on the island's large surface, her legs flowing over the edge.
'almost there' - the Siri generate response from Kris read.
There was the sound of wheels in the snow, and then a car door opening and closing. Pam got moist between her legs, her tongue went to her lip, it wouldn't be long now she'd taste her first pussy, the fluids of sexual excitement and climax.
The door swung open and Kris peaked around the door, walking in wearing a long winter coat. Taking one step inside she stood and looked across the room at Pam and smiled. Her dark hair down around her shoulders, the creamy dark skin a blend of caucasian and African-American, her athletic shoulders.
Standing proudly with the door shutting behind her Kris leaned her shoulders back dropping the coat, reveling a pink bustier, long pink sheer stockings running to two white flats, a garter, pink panties with a little bow at the top, white lace around it's top and the cups supporting her breasts. Her legs were magnificent, long up to a round backside, hips, she posed and lifted one hand into the air presenting herself playfully to Pam.
Pam looked steely at her prey, Kris wiggled her hips when Pam slid off the island then crossing one foot over the other like a model on the catwalk, holding the younger woman's gaze. Kris stayed there, her hand now at her waist, her feet frozen to the floor, the sliders she wore in kicked off, her head following Pam, whipping around following the older woman circling her.
"Is that riding crop for me Mistress?" Kris immediately knew the game they were playing, not a stranger to games in the boudoir, very impish when it comes to her anticipating a submissive role. "Have I been bad?"
Pam smiled, pressed the leather tip to her thigh, now standing in front of Kris, looking her fantastic body beneath the pink attire. She brushed it lightly running it up her torso, through her cleavage to her neck and to her chin before bringing it to her other hand.
"May I make you a proposition young lady?" Pam said, moving two steps closer, her face just inches from Kris, lips moving, eyes studying her perfect bone structure.
"You may..."
"Tonight you will do all I ask and in return I will give you an experience you will beg me to come back for more," Pam said, staring at her intently, turning her head as if to kiss her, backing up, and leaning in again.
"Sounds too good to be true, and what do you get, Mistress?"
"I will taste my first woman, on my terms, forever binding your soul to mine," Pam said and leant in, her lips pressing to Kris's lips, not touching her with anything else, no hands or body. Eyes open Pam moved back, turned her head and kissed Kris again before stepping back, pursing her lips with a smile and turning to the bedroom.
Following Pam into her room, lined with electric candles, shades drawn, lights off, Kris felt comfortable. On the bed was an assortment of restraints and devices, eye-bolts were located in a half-dozen spots on the ceiling, and Mistress Pam was standing lightly slapping the riding crop into her hand.
"Like love and hate, pain and pleasure operate on separate sides of a spectrum that done right can be pleasurable," Pam said, moving slowly to Kris dropping the crop on the bed and picking up a hearty looking rope. "May I bind you so you are 100% in my control?"
"Yes Mistress," Kris said licking her lips, drawing Pam's kiss, then fighting to suck on her tongue before biting it lightly. "Delicious..."
"I'm highly trained in Shibari, the Japanese art of bondage and suspension," Pam said beginning by intricately anchoring the rope. Pam then took a long inhale near her stomach, looking down. "Mmmmm...I smell your excitement."
Pam crafted a harness around Kris's upper body moving her arms behind her back, sneaking in a kiss, pressing her hand into Kris's breast, the rope framing them still in the pink bustier. It was double and triple layered in spots restraining her arms, comfortably creating support around her torso and then connected to a ring suspended from a clip connected to one of the eye-bolts. Kris applied the ropes with care and tenderness, touching her lips to places, the exact design both functional and alluring before getting ready to lift Kris off the ground.
Standing back from Kris she admired her work, smiled and moved to Kris, her arms bound behind her back, the fulcrum point between the shoulder blades. She had left enough rope to string through the ring connected to the ceiling, Pam pulled a suspension bar from the bed, bending before Kris attaching both ankles. She looped the rope through the center ring on the bar and pulled it tight pinning the slack rope against itself getting a clamp that fed over both.
Gently Pam tipped Kris over the rope pulling on the ring in the ceiling, Pam pulling Kris's shoulders forward, sliding and arranging until she was floating above the floor just waist high to Pam.
"Are you comfortable Child?" Mistress Pam asked.
"It pinched in a couple places that I was able to free and now quite comfortable." Kris said her head higher than her feet looking upwards. "I'm feeling....AHHH!!!"
