Chapter Six -- The Luv Nest
Ms. Virginia Lee, High School Principal, arrived at school early the next morning. To her surprise, Barbie was already there. If the principal had come to expect one thing from her secretary, it was that she was rarely on time, never early.
Virginia smiled awkwardly at the younger woman. "Good morning," she said, forcing an uneasy smile. Barbie returned the smile, but said nothing.
Once in her office, Ms. Lee set down her purse, walked to the side of her desk and waited. She fully expected her secretary to come walking through her office door within the minute to establish the tone for their new relationship. Despite her nervousness, she smiled as she thought back to the previous evening, an evening where her secretary had added her name to the growing list of people who dominated the principal sexually.
Ms. Lee had always been sexually promiscuous, but her submissive tendencies hadn't surfaced until a student blackmailed her the previous school year. Since then, she'd done nothing to discourage a growing number of students -- and one female teacher -- from continuing to dominate her. And yesterday evening, Barbie joined the club.
Ms. Lee's reverie was broken when Barbie entered the room, shutting and locking the office door behind her.
"Give me the bullets," Barbie ordered without fanfare. The principal picked up her purse, pulled out the two small vibrating devices and handed them to Barbie.
"Bend over. Elbows on the table." The principal turned to face the desk, following her instructions without question.
Without another word Barbie stepped behind Ms. Lee, lifting her skirt up so it lay across her back and completely exposed her silky white panties. She then pulled the panties down her thighs. While the principal held her position, ass fully exposed, Barbie slid one bullet into her mouth, sliding it in and out to moisten it. She then reached down and inserted it into Ms. Lee's pussy. She repeated the process with the second bullet, this time easing the vibrating device into her ass.
"It's good that you brought both bullets as instructed," she said. "I really didn't want to have to punish you, not after you were such a good little slut yesterday," she finished, slapping the principal's bare ass lightly.
And then she stepped away, took out the remote control and turned it on high. The bent over principal jumped as the bullets sprang to life, sending shivers through her pussy and ass.
Barbie let the bullets run a full minute, long enough to ensure that her submissive little slut was very hot and bothered, before finally turning them off.
"Stand up and pull yourself together," she said as she slid the remote into her pocket. "You're supposed to be the principal here, not some horny little tramp." She waited until the principal pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt before opening the door and returning to her own desk, her mind racing with endless ways to dominate and humiliate her new slut.
* * *
Several times during those first two days the principal's bullets sprang suddenly to life, each time without warning and each time lasting long enough ensure her arousal. Never, however, was she allowed to cum. Other than that, there was nothing but the normal interaction between the secretary and her principal -- until five o'clock Friday afternoon, that is, after everyone else had left for the weekend.
Barbie walked into Ms. Lee's office like she owned it, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. "Give me your house key," she ordered.
Ms. Lee quickly dug through her purse, pulling out her key ring, then removing one key. She handed the key to Barbie.
"I need you to run an errand for me tonight," Barbie continued matter of factly.
"Yes, ma'am," the principal answered without hesitation.
"You're to go to this address," she said, handing her a folded up piece of paper. When you get there, go to the counter and ask for Johnny. He'll have something for you. Once you have it, you're to return home immediately; absolutely no detours or distractions. I'll be waiting for you there. Any questions?"
Ms. Lee looked over the piece of paper. "No, ma'am. No questions. I'll just go home and change first, if that's okay."
Barbie smiled. "Actually, I have a package in my car. You're to wear what's in the package, and only what's in the package. Clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Ms. Lee replied, more than a little curious about this unusual task.
The two women left the office together ten minutes later. After retrieving the package from the secretary's car, they parted ways. Fifteen minutes later Ms. Lee was fishing her spare house key out of the flower pot. Once inside she proceeded directly to her bedroom and opened the package. A perplexed look fell over her face. Just what was this task, anyway?
* * *
She drove by the shop a second time. 'There must be some mistake,' Ms. Lee thought. 'This can't possibly be right.' But deep down, despite her denials, she knew it was. After all, where else would you wear a black leather mini-skirt with a low-cut, slinky red halter top, red lace panties and five inch heels. There were only a few places where an outfit like this would belong. It only figured that 'The Luv Nest -- A Toy Store for Adults' would be one of them.
It had taken her nearly an hour to complete the 45 mile trip, the first 30 miles via the freeway, the remainder rural highways. The shop was located in an out of the way section of a medium sized country town.
The first thought that struck her -- after she realized that it was, indeed, the right place -- was exactly what you'd think from someone in her career. 'I can't go in there! What if someone recognizes me?' But after she'd taken a moment to collect her nerves, she realized that she was far more likely to get caught having sex with one of her students in her own home than she was to be recognized in an out-of-the-way hick town like this. 'Hell, you couldn't find this place with a map.'
So she took another moment to gather herself, resigned to whatever fate -- and her new mistress -- might have in store.
On her third trip around the block, she finally managed to pull into the lot. Even so, she very nearly exited the parking lot without parking the car. But she didn't. Her new mistress had given her a task and it was imperative that she complete it. When it came right down to it, she was more nervous about facing Barbie's wrath than she'd ever be about going into a place like this. Still . . .
She parked the car off to the side, took a deep breath and opened the door. As she made her way to the front of the building, she found herself unable to deny a growing nervousness -- or was it excitement? Damn, what she wouldn't give for a bra!
She took a deep breath as she opened the front door. Almost immediately a half dozen pairs of horny male eyes were drawn to the 5' 8" figure that was walking through the door. So much for stealth.
She looked around the store, trying to get her bearings. The front counter was off to the right. A fairly good looking young man of roughly twenty-five was seated on a stool behind it. She made her way over.
"Excuse me," she said softly, the nervousness in her voice obvious. "I'm looking for Johnny."
The young man raised his head. "I'm Johnny."
Virginia smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought. "Barbie Williams sent me. She said you'd have something for her."
The young man stared intently at the suggestively-clad woman before him. "Barbie, huh."
Virginia nodded.
There was an awkward moment of silence. "Take a step backwards," the man said.
It seemed like a strange request but after a moment's indecision, Ms. Lee complied.
"Turn around. Slowly."
"What?" Virginia questioned.
The man rose from his stool, stepping closer to the counter. He placed his palms on the counter-top and leaned forward. Then, in a deep, somewhat menacing voice, he repeated his order. "I said turn around."
Just like that, Ms. Lee's nervousness was back. Apparently this wasn't going to be quite so easy after all. She took a long, deep breath to help calm herself and began her turn.
After her turn was completed, Johnny continued. "Barbie, huh?" he said again.
"Yes, sir." The sir slipped out unintentionally, an automatic response to the young man's tone of authority.
"And just how do you know Barbie?"
The principal hesitated, growing increasingly uncomfortable. "She's a friend," she finally answered.
Johnny reached for a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it, drawing a long, deep drag on the burning stick.
"Friend, huh? I don't believe you. And until I believe you, I'm not going to give you anything." There was a long moment of silence as Johnny stared at the woman before him, while the woman tried to find anywhere else to look.
"Let's try again," Johnny said. "How do you know Barbie?"
The nervousness was still there, but somehow it was different now. What had been a nervousness born out of fear, was beginning to feel more and more like the nervousness she felt when she gave herself to her masters. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "She works for me," she finally managed to say. "And she's my mistress."
Johnny smiled. "I thought that might be the case." He paused, obviously enjoying his little game. He stepped away from the counter and started for the door marked 'Office.' "Come with me."
"Yes, sir," Ms. Lee responded.
Johnny sat down at his desk and opened a drawer. After a quick search, he pulled out a sealed letter-size envelope with Barbie's name on it. He set the envelope on the desk and rose to his feet, crossing the room until he stood immediately in front of the principal.
"I'm guessing your mistress wouldn't be pleased if you went home without this, would she?"
"No, sir," Virginia stammered.
Johnny reached for her shoulders. "And I'll bet you'd do just about anything to avoid her anger, wouldn't you?"
The principal was visibly shaking now. "Please," she said helplessly, even as Johnny was sliding the thin straps of her halter over her shoulder, releasing them so the silky top slid down her arms until it bunched up around her waist.
Virginia Lee stood before the young man, her ample breasts and erect nipples on full display as her mind and body wrestled with conflicting emotions. Barbie had been clear; she was to take the envelope directly to her -- absolutely no detours and no distractions. And despite a growing desire to give herself to this young man, he clearly qualified as a distraction -- a distraction she dare not give in to, lest she risk her mistress's ire.
"Please," she squeaked in a trembling voice as Johnny twirled her nipples in his fingertips. "I can't. Barbie's expecting me."
Johnny gave the nipples an extra squeeze before releasing them. He picked up the envelope from the desk. "Here," he said, handing it to the partially dressed woman. "Now, why don't you straighten yourself up and get going before you end up on the wrong end of a paddle." He then left the room, leaving the principal standing alone in the middle of his office.
Once she had redressed, Virginia left the office and headed for the exit. Johnny, who was once again seated on his stool behind the counter, smiled at her as she passed.
"We'll be seeing you," he said, a definite smugness in his voice.
