"Where are you going Mademoiselle LaPussy?"
Timed perfectly Elliot Needy followed the molten hot mother of his lover Giselle LaPute down University hallways. While this very second, he should have been on his way across campus to the library to meet his oft isolated girlfriend, he found things on the home front so to speak just too juicy to ignore.
During his lunch period, slash open activity hour, meaning two hours available to him, Elliot had overheard the school's Dean, Monsieur Louis' Gaultier mention a board meeting right after last hour. The way her fellow faculty members were demanding her flesh right out in the open of the cafeteria without truly exposing her he just knew that ravenous approach meant more than discussing academic protocol.
"Seeing Brigitte at her house decked out in leather bondage outfits and tying up public officials, I'm betting she has every male teacher here on their knees kissing her toes. Not me, I'd have that bitch bent over a desk and taking her hard she would be begging for Monsieur Mydick until I nut so hard up her poosay she screams OUIIII OUIIII you may marry my daughter." Funny! He hadn't thought of marriage until that very moment. If he wasn't in such a hurry, he might think that over more.
Heading upstairs to the higher management area he noticed Brigitte peering up at the cameras spread out through the school. A green penlight on each camera revealed it was in use. Right now, it was off which meant one thing. "The faculty is looking out for one another. No proof of their being up there doing something they shouldn't be. Interesting!"
Looking behind him as if acting lost just in case, he saw his coast clear of anyone other than student activity. Swallowing dryly, he ran up the staircase and looked up, over, and down the next flight. Brigitte had just turned on that floor, the entry door quietly closing behind her perfected wiggle. At least the doors were maintained well against noise levels due to study.
Taking that next flight just as fast so as not to lose sight of her, Elliot delicately opened the door and found Brigitte doing something he didn't expect. Standing tall in front of a set of windows that took up much of the outer wall her silhouette was gorgeous. Freezing so as not to be seen or heard he grew curious as to why she was all alone. It appeared as if she were simply catching her breath and enjoying the scenery outside that shared much of the campus. If he had to guess Brigitte was admiring her kingdom.
"So many windows. She would have to be blind staring into that much light. Hell, the more I stare I'll be blind too." As entranced as he was, he put on the sunglasses he had worn to lunch. "Better!" Just in time for the show!
Hands in her hair she pinned her long brunette mane into a tail then began taking her dress off to reveal a tight leather strap suit that resembled a one-piece bikini. A tall thin cabinet behind her she stepped over and opened it. Within she brought out a series of narrow chains that she connected between her opened cleavage. Her glasses removed she suddenly looked just like Elliot's mother Margo. Nice!
The swimsuit style outfit had zippers to obviously remove it for easier access should she demand satisfaction. That meant the straps went between her gorgeous ass cheeks and her status over her back ended at her butt crack. Removing a large carry bag from the cabinet she extracted thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels to which she sat in a comfy chair to slip on before standing even taller.
"Dang! I bet she's 6'6 now. Those daggers on her boots look lethal." He was hurting all over now, not just enduring a healthy erection. "Mom needs to dress... what am I saying? I'm the Alpha not mom. Brigitte looking so much like mom is killing me. I miss mom. Miss fucking her without her knowing even more. After that stunt those bastards I call friends did over webcam I need to find a way to make sure my promise to dad goes as planned. Mom is going to be my slave if it's the last thing I do."
A flogger such as Brigitte used at home on the Chief-of-Police was now in play, swatting it about violently just for practice. It was obvious her bag had more to offer but those remained inside it as she used a long shoulder strap to throw it over her back. She carried it with her as she readied to move on. An adjoining room with double doors in front of her she strutted like a runway model until reaching it.
Unseen by her back to him Elliot used his cellphone to record proof of what she was wearing. At her angle she couldn't see his thin phone peeking around the wall of the doorway even if she had bothered to look. She felt safe. Turning a bit he captured her breasts, only the under boob lifting her magnificent melons by those chains. For a brief second, he again envisioned his adopted mother Margo Needy wearing that, then grimaced. "Stop that! She would be the slave not the Trixi." Fun imagination though, the women looking so very alike.
Whipping her ponytail a bit to regain a fullness of expectation she used both hands and turned the knobs. Sending both doors flying open Mistress Brigitte entered the room and disappeared from sight. Hmm? Hearing the crack of her flogger on something solid convinced him he was safe to sneak closer. Cell camera paused he looked at every camera mounted on the walls; all were still off. Good for him as much as those involved. What worried him was one of the faculty members running late.
"Man, I hope Lydia Hunt was joking about seducing Mister Belmondo or he could be running up here at any second. My guess is he won't risk Brigitte's wrath, the guy was all sweaty and nervous when he was massaging her in the cafeteria earlier. He knew people were looking so he could be worrying what the students were thinking in seeing it. I mean he had most of her titties in his hands in front of a couple hundred students. Of course, they are all adults. The read somewhere that the French are known for being exhibitionists and sexually bold."
Regardless of what he had read it was likely fabricated by some journalist, but he liked to believe it. Shoes off to avoid squeaking on the tile he hid them in the doorway he was using as shelter. Proceeding onward he found the conference room door wide open. Both doors even. "No way!"
The room was massive, taking up the whole rest of that upstairs wing. The conference room might as well have been a classroom except for being level rather than auditorium style seating like many of them. Holding his breath, Elliot ventured a sly around the corner peek and found his mind blown. Eight male teachers were naked, bound forward with heads bowed as she marched like a military leader in front of them. Yelling at them in French shocked Elliot, expecting an echo. "Whoa! This room must be soundproof. Yet they leave the doors wide open. Defeats the purpose, doesn't it?"
An abrupt palm firmly over his mouth nearly made him give up his position. Dragging him backwards out of harm's way he found an unexpected voyeur. "Lydia?" Heartbeat slowing, she silenced him until he realized he wasn't in trouble. What stunned him even more was the strawberry blonde was half naked herself in her sweater style blouse only.
Jaw drooping in shock, Elliot watched her silently perform a 360 in front of him as she removed her sweater then flip him off. He nearly jizzed in his jeans at her incredibly tight body. Mouthing, "What are you doing here? Where are your clothes?" So not complaining, he feigned a whistle at her. Sneering, she pointed at her shoes down on the floor side by side with his own shoes. Returning his silent charade she whispered, "Same as you. I had to know what was going on, so, I followed you up here." Further outbursts on Brigitte's part the teachers in their line up replied in only French like good little soldiers. Brigitte's dominant presence lured Elliot and Lydia to peer in, cell recording. She let him do that, she wanted her hands free. Perfect for him as he checked out her sweet little ass mere inches from his inseam. HELL, FUCKING YES!!!
