Chapter Five -- A New Mistress
It'd been three weeks since the oil wrestling debacle against Miss Goodman; three weeks in which Ms. Lee had lost all control of her situation. What had started out as a slow, boring school year -- one that didn't even get interesting until Brian Bitner staked his claim to her in early January -- had suddenly gotten totally out of hand.
First off, although her relationship with Cori Goodman had been somewhat mended, it was nothing like it had been before, where she'd been the dominant personality. In the new relationship Cori was dominant, with Ms. Lee becoming little more than her girl toy.
Brian Bitner was still in the picture, along with five other members of the wrestling team. Not only were they all fucking her, they were fucking her whenever and wherever they wanted, including in her office at school. No matter how many times Virginia told herself to stand firm about 'not on school grounds and not during school hours,' when one of them confronted her, she always wilted.
What was worse -- and completely unbeknownst to her -- was that for some of those encounters she'd had an audience.
* * *
It was 5:30 when Ms. Lee returned to the conference room and began gathering her papers. The biweekly Wednesday staff meeting had concluded almost two hours previously, but she'd gotten tied up with school affairs and was only now getting back to gather her things.
The sound of the conference room door closing unexpectedly startled her.
"Jeez, Barbie," she gasped as she turned towards the door. "You startled me. I thought everyone had left by now."
Barbie, the 21-year-old office secretary, set a black bag on the table by the door and turned to face her boss. "Everyone else has," she said softly, taking a slow but confronting step forward.
"Is something wrong, Barbie?"
The secretary did not reply, but instead took another step forward, stopping just in front of the somewhat befuddled principal.
"Barbie?" Virginia tried again. "What's going on?"
In reply, Barbie reached a hand out and brushed a lock of hair from Ms. Lee's face. Instinctively Virginia reached to brush the hand aside.
"Barbie, what's . . ." the principal blurted out. But she never finished the sentence.
SLAP!
The slap was hard enough to spin the older woman's head to the side, leaving a bright red welt on her cheek. Slowly, the stunned principal turned her head back towards her secretary. Her lips were moving, but no words came out. For a long, silent moment the two women just stared at each other, unmoving until Barbie once again reached out her hand, this time running her fingers through the Principal's wavy blonde hair.
Virginia's head was spinning, realizing that only one thing would give Barbie the courage to slap her like that. She knew! Despite her stunned state, a single rational thought managed to find its way into the principal's head. She knew and yet had chosen to confront her directly instead of turning her in. That could only mean . . .
She shook her head slowly. 'Noooo,' she moaned silently. 'Not again!'
"Barbie, please don't . . ."
But Barbie ignored her plea, instead moving her hand to gently rub the cheek she'd just slapped, while Virginia stood there with her mouth hanging open.
After a long, silent moment, Barbie removed her hand from Ms Lee's face. "Turn around," she ordered in a soft but commanding voice.
"Please," Virginia responded meekly. "I can't. I just can't." But before the words had even left her mouth her feet were in motion obeying the younger woman's command.
When the turn was completed and Ms. Lee's back was to her, Barbie reached both hands out and began gently massaging the principal's shoulders. Virginia could feel her body shaking as she muttered almost inaudibly. "Please don't."
In response, the hands slid from her shoulders to the base of her neck, deftly unhooking the top of her dress. A moment later the zipper was sliding slowly down its track, not stopping until it reached the small of her back. And as those hands slid back up her back to unsnap her bra, the principal let out a small moan, offering no further protest as her bra and dress slid off her shoulders and onto the floor.
Virginia could sense Barbie taking a step backwards to drink in her nearly naked backside, now clad only in nylons, high heeled shoes and the smallest of panties,. And as those eyes bore into her, she could feel her body reacting.
"Step out of the dress and kick it aside," Barbie ordered. "Do not turn around."
"Yes, ma'am," Virginia heard herself reply submissively, all pretense of resistance slipping further and further away.
"Now, spread your legs and bend at the waist." Again, the principal complied immediately.
The secretary stepped forward until she was pressing directly against the principal's scantily clad ass. She placed her hands on the back below her and began tracing her fingertips lightly across its nakedness. No longer was there any sign of resistance, just a series of shivers as her fingers wandered over her back.
Barbie then took a half step backwards, sliding her fingers under the band of the panties and slowly easing the dainty garment down her legs until they reached her ankles. And then . . .
WHACK!
Ms. Lee let out a yelp as a stinging slap hit her right buttock.
WHACK!
Again Ms. Lee yelped as the left buttock was attacked. The attacks were so sudden and unexpected that Ms. Lee knees nearly buckled.
"You seem to get more than your fair share of spankings," Barbie said, for the first time insinuating that she'd seen some of the principal's sexual ordeals. She knelt down behind the bent over woman, grabbed a butt-cheek with each hand and spread them wide, clearly exposing her pussy and nether hole. The dampness around her lips was quite obvious.
She released her ass, only to deliver another blow to the right cheek. "Not to worry, though," she said as she rose to her feet. "It's not your ass that interests me." She hesitated, eying the glistening dampness around the pussy lips. "At least not at the moment."
For several moments there was silence -- Virginia Lee holding her bent over position while Barbie stood behind her, surveying the principal's nakedness.
"Stand up!" Barbie ordered at last.
Ms. Lee quickly obeyed.
"Now, turn around and let me get a good look at you."
Again, Ms. Lee did not hesitate to obey. Whatever would happen next, she knew, was totally up to her secretary. She also knew that there was nothing she could -- or would -- do to stop the woman who was 13 years her junior.
Barbie took a step backwards so she could take in all of the principal's body. "Very nice. Very nice indeed," she smiled. She then diverted her eyes to the conference table and to the chairs that surrounded it.
"Now, be a dear," she continued, "and move the chairs away from the table. You can put them over by the far wall."
"Yes ma'am," Ms. Lee responded. She moved quickly, rolling one chair at a time away from the table. It took more that a bit of self-control for Barbie to keep from laughing out loud as the naked, busty principal scurried around the table. When she'd finished her task, Virginia returned to her spot in front of her new mistress.
"Very good. Now, lay down on the table," Barbie ordered. "Face up."
It was a large table, roughly 9 feet long by 4 feet wide -- more than big enough to accommodate the principal's prone body. Once she was in position, Barbie stepped closer to the table. She slowly circled the table, examining her subject from every angle. When she'd finished her examination she moved to the bag she'd deposited by the door when she'd first entered the room and reached inside. When she turned back towards Virginia, she held a small length of rope in her hand, one end already tied in a small loop.
Virginia's heart was beating wildly in her chest as she looked at the rope. She had no doubt what it was for, and that sent her mind racing madly. Here was a young woman -- her subordinate -- with whom she had no relationship with whatsoever outside of the office, who was about to tie her up. A million thoughts ran through her head. Could she trust her? After all, she'd be completely helpless, totally at the young woman's mercy. What if she hurt her? Would she stop if she screamed out? Or if she begged?
In the end she simply lay there, offering no resistance at all as Barbie slipped the loop around her right wrist and pulled it snug, before moving the arm above her head and tying the other end to the table leg. Nor did she resist when Barbie grabbed another length of rope from the bag and repeated the process on the left arm.
Once both hands were secured, Barbie moved to the foot of the table. After a brief hesitation she reached down and slid Ms. Lee's left shoe from her foot, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The right shoe joined it shortly thereafter.
She then lifted the right foot from the table and massaged it's sole with her thumbs, earning a soft sigh for her efforts. She eased the foot back to the table and slowly slid her hands up the leg, creeping nearer and nearer to the top of her thigh-high nylons. When she finally reached the top, she allowed her fingers to dance ever so lightly across the soft, tender thigh before hooking them inside the nylon and easing it down the leg. By the time the left nylon was also removed, the look of pure lust in the principal's eyes was undeniable.
Barbie returned to her bag and removed another strand of rope, sliding the loop over the left ankle and sliding the knot tight. Then, as with the arms, she tied the other end to the table leg.
When she heard Barbie moving away from the table, Virginia turned her head, unable to resist watching as her tormentor once again reached into the bag. But when Barbie turned back around, she held not a fourth strand of rope, but a pair of two inch by one inch oval shaped objects in one hand and what looked like a remote control in the other.
Ms. Lee knew exactly what they were. They were bullets; small egg-shaped vibrators made to be inserted into a woman's pussy -- or her ass.
"I'm sure you know what these are," Barbie said almost nonchalantly.
The principal nodded, her eyes still glued to the bullets.
Barbie sat on the table by her captive's right side, facing her head. She placed both the remote and the bullets on the table, before reaching her right hand back and sliding it between Ms. Lee's legs.
The principal jumped as the fingers slid over her love button and into her pussy, gasping as the unexpected intrusion sent shivers throughout her body.
"My, my, aren't we wet," Barbie said in mock chastisement. "You like what I'm doing, don't you?"
Ms. Lee felt herself turning crimson as she turned away. She didn't answer.
