Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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After Laura had seduced the two Lambda girl's and single handedly turned the sorority into a laughingstock, she had expected gratitude and appreciation from the former victimized honor students when they left and went, not to Dr. Adams house, but some sort of office building. Once there, they fitted Laura with a very strange garment. It looked very much like a leather pair of panties, but Laura immediately knew something was wrong the minute she heard the click of a lock. Then, she felt a slight vibration against her very frustrated sex. She tried to press the tiny vibrator against her clit, but found nothing but a stiff metal plate. Growing increasingly worried, she tried to sneak her fingers underneath the strange undergarments, but found she was unable to do this either.
"Mummy, what have you done to me?" Laura accused.
Dr. Adams cupped the crotch of the panties possessively. "You gave this to me . . . remember?"
Laura nodded her head. Unfortunately, Laura did remember. However, when she made that promise, she wasn't as horny as she was now though.
"Those training panties will remind you who that pussy belongs to. Don't worry, it won't be for long baby. You just be a good girl for a little while longer, okay?"
Laura nodded her head. After all, what choice did she have?
Laura was then dressed in a tight miniskirt and blouse. Her make-up and hair were re-done. In just a few minutes, Laura went from looking like a teen slut, to what would best be called a rather loose office girl. Dr. Adams took Laura by the hand and led her into a very opulent office. Once there, she moved behind Laura and roamed her hands possessively over the petite girl's body.
"There is only one last piece of business to take care of sweetie. You see, when the Lambda girl's tried to humiliate me, they got me pregnant."
"Oh no, sweetie! I would never do that to you!" Dr. Adams explained hurriedly to Laura, when she felt the girl tremble in fear. "It is horrible isn't it? And that is exactly what they did to me. So, when I was your age, I had to drop out of school and had to give my little baby up for adoption. I vowed that I would get the sorority and in particular the woman who did that to me back. I changed my name, moved away and plotted my revenge. Tonight, I plan to have it."
The older woman's hands expertly teased Laura's nipple, while the tiny vibrator kept her on edge. "Will you help me one last time?" Dr. Adams asked.
"Yes," Laura gasped. At this point, she would have agreed to anything, but she had feelings for Dr. Adams and she honestly wanted to help the woman.
"Good, and I promise I will take care of you no matter what happens. I lost my first baby when I put it up for adoption. Last year, my second baby was still-born. You, my dear Laura - I'm never going to let you go."
Dr. Adams hugged Laura tightly and the young girl returned her embrace. Laura found herself grinding her pelvis against the older woman. She tried to stop her body, but discovered she couldn't. Dr. Adams was forced to pry herself away from the desperate girl.
"Okay, under the desk with you, my little office girl," Dr. Adams commanded, as she helped Laura back under the desk. The older woman sat down in the leather executive chair and scooted forward. Laura noticed the woman wasn't wearing panties and she could smell the sweet odor of her arousal. She kissed her way up the inside of Dr. Adams fleshy thigh, before finding her way to the object of her desire - the very aroused nether lips of her teacher's sex.
"No! Don't look up. Look at my cunt. That is the only thing you need to worry about, my little pussy girl."
Laura quickly returned her mouth to Patricia's pussy. Her tongue danced at the opening of her cunt, lapping up her nectar.
"Louder! Louder you queer slut! I want to hear the sexy noises of your mouth fucking my cunt!"
What little pride Laura had left, was quickly forgotten.
She loudly worked her mouth on the sex, knowing that if anyone in the room heard her, they would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a manner-less slut under the table, she was eating her Mistress's pussy, and she loved every minute of it.
"Oh, God! That's it my little pussy licker," Dr. Adams said as she slid closer to the edge of the chair. "Ugh, you're gonna make momma cum;
you know that?"
Laura continued servicing the older woman, taking pleasure in the fact that she was turning her on. She concentrated on the large nubbin with increasing vigor, swirling her tongue around it, before sucking on it and battering it back and forth. Patricia ran her fingers through Laura's newly darkened curly locks. She could feel Laura coaxing an orgasm from her. "Suck it, suck it, you little dyke," the older woman ordered, as she pulled Laura's face tightly to her crotch. Her hips bucked seven times to each contraction of her pussy, before her muscles relaxed and her legs opened, freeing Laura's head. Laura continued to lightly run her tongue over the very enlarged and juicy sex of her Mistress, as the older woman came down from her climax.
"Clean me up now," Dr. Adams ordered, looking down into the desperate eyes of her new office girl.
Laura licked and sucked the nectar that had collected on the older woman's sex, thighs, and bottom. Dr. Adams stood up, and pointed to the puddle she had left in the leather chair. "Now, finish cleaning up your mess."
There was nothing that humiliated Laura as much as cleaning up afterward. However, she knew she must obey in order to be allowed an orgasm. Obediently, she leaned forward and lapped up the by-product of her oral ministrations. Laura's lifted her hand up, to wipe the fluids that had collected on her nose, but Patricia stopped her.
"No, leave it. I like your face wet like that."
The young girl was finally beginning to understand what being a sub was all about. Every time her pussy clenched within the vibrating chastity belt, she was reminded of her new status. It was her duty to please and it was her Mistress's duty to determine when Laura would be allowed pleasure.
Laura's leg started to shake in response to the constant teasing of her cunt. "Please?" she whispered, looking up hopefully. She grew scared as she saw the older woman's eyes flash in anger. A hand reached forward, grabbed Laura's ear and twisted.
"You are a pussy girl now and pussy girls don't talk. They don't look up either. Pussy-girl stays under the desk with her head down, waiting for someone to sit in the chair. It's Pussy-girl's job to pleasure whoever sits in this chair - no exceptions. Pussy-girl will clean up any messes she makes and I want to hear lots of noises from Pussy- girl's mouth, but none from her throat. Understand?"
