The last thing on the bed was the blindfold. I knew Jay had thought of everything so far, and the blindfold was no different. It was red leather and it had soft puffs sewn into the eye shields, guaranteeing the wearer wouldn't be able to see around the edges or down the nose. As he reached for it, I took a breath with the awareness that all the preliminaries were over. All the preparations were over. This was really going to happen.
When I sent Jay the emails detailing my nasty school girl fantasy, I had no idea he'd turn it into reality for me. We had done some role play at the lingerie store that day in the mall -- the first time he saw my pussy, uh, I mean, my cunt. And, we'd done some role play in the emails we passed back and forth and in our short stories, but, this was going to be real. This was about to really happen, and I was both excited and anxious.
I'd been honest with Jay about my nasty fantasy, and what I wanted. I told him exactly how I wanted to be displayed, exposed, treated, and spoken to -- all of it, and as I stood there dressed like the school slut, a thrill shot through me because I remembered exactly what I'd told him, and if he'd arranged just a tenth of that, I knew I'd be consumed with eagerness to experience it.
On the other hand, it was because I remembered exactly what I'd told him that made me shudder. I told him how I wanted to be used by someone in a position of authority - by my teacher. And, I mean used in the most literal sense of the word. I wanted to be made to suck hard cocks and have streams of hot cum shot all over my face, in my mouth and deep into my hairless school girl cunt.
I wanted to feel hands on me, and in me. I wanted to be used as a pleasuring tool, and not only once - but repeatedly and by numerous people. The memories of what I'd told Jay were causing me to become lightheaded. How could I have been so stupid!
What if someone recognized me, or what if I recognized them? I'd never be able to live this down if it got out. But, I was settled in the fact that Jay told me this whole affair was arranged with the precision of a covert military mission, and that meant he'd thought of everything, including protecting my privacy, and, the privacy of his guests.
As he stood beside me with the blindfold in his hand, he asked, "What were you just thinking about?"
"Oh," I said, sighing and taking another deep breath, "just thinking back on my emails to you, and what I told you about my nasty fantasy."
"Are you worried?" He asked.
"No," I answered, "not really. I trust you, Jay, and as long as you're going to stay close to me I won't be afraid at all. You know how I feel about you, don't you? You know I'm probably falling in....."
"Shhhh." He said, quickly, holding his fingers to his lips. "We'll have none of that tonight, my dear. Tonight is your fantasy night. Tonight you are 'Sally, the Nasty School Girl' and nasty school girls are just that -- nasty. So, get into your role and remember your place. Allow yourself to enjoy this and allow yourself to be pleasured."
Jay held up the blindfold and was about to put it around my head when I stopped him. "Hey," I said, with an uncomfortable smile on my face, "before you do that, can I ask a favor?"
"Absolutely." He replied.
"Can we just pretend for a minute...... for just one tiny minute that we're in love? You know," I said, "just until you open that door and take me down there? And, would you kiss me like I was your lover, or your wife? Is that too crazy a thing to ask?"
Jay didn't say anything, but, he got that look in his eyes again -- the same look I saw when I peeked around the corner and saw him sitting on the side of his huge bath tub. I turned toward him and I looked up, and closed my eyes - willing him with all my power to lean down and kiss me. When I felt his lips touch mine, it was just like in the movies. First, we kissed gently, teasing each other with small, tiny kisses on each other's lips. But when he turned into me and our bodies pressed together, it was as if all the rules had changed and before I knew it, we were passionately embracing and kissing each other with real meaning. I opened my mouth and our tongues met, and I felt his arms go around me and cradle my petite body in his strong arms. Gawd, I wanted so much to hump his leg right there, and before another minute passed, we were both out of breath and I could feel his cock straining against his trousers. I knew it was straining for me -- he wanted me. Not just sexually, but, he wanted me in his heart, too. It felt incredible to kiss him, but, when he pulled away and looked down at me, we both knew it would be too dangerous to ever kiss like that again.
Without saying a word to me, he reached up and put the blindfold around my head, adjusting it so it covered my eyes and slipped under my little girl pig tails. Fastening the velcro closure, he tugged at the blindfold and asked me, "Can you see anything?"
"No." I replied. "You're going to stay with me, right? I can't see anything, you know."
"Yes, Sally. You know I will." He answered, chuckling. "I'll be right next to you from the time we leave this room until the time it's all over."
"Okay." I said. My heart was starting to race and just then, I felt the beginning effects of the wine he'd given me earlier.
"The first part might be the hardest to endure." He said, softly. "But, it's not more than you can handle, I promise. Remember to call me 'Sir', or just 'Mr. R.' if you want. For everyone else, you should address them as we already discussed. Be polite and respectful. If someone asks you a question, answer it truthfully. But most of all," he added, "let yourself go and enjoy this."
"Okay." I answered, again. My heart beat was really staring to go now. I felt it thumping in my chest and in my head. I was trying to drown it out when he took my hand and pulled my arm into his, hooking our arms together, and said, "Here we go."
I heard him open the door and when he stepped forward, I stepped, too. I immediately heard voices -- mostly men, but I heard at least two female voices. They sounded far away, amidst what sounded like glasses tinkling with ice cubes. Jay guided me down the hall and when we got to the top of the stairs, he leaned over to me and said, "There are fourteen steps, Sally. When we get to the bottom, we'll turn to the left and be standing at the stairs to go down to the play room. There are fourteen steps there, too, and when we get to the bottom, just let me guide you. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I answered.
"Good." He said, then whispering to me, he said, "Make me proud tonight, Sally."
I felt his body move and I moved with him. I counted the stairs in my head as we descended. The voices down in his playroom got louder as we got to the bottom. He only paused for a second, and then turning us to the left, I felt for the steps ahead of me and we began down those, too. When we were at the tenth step, all the voices in the playroom seemed to go silent and I heard the sounds of people walking and moving around the room. When we were at the bottom of the stairs, I heard a woman's voice whisper something, and I could clearly hear a man gasp.
I let Jay guide me and we walked a few steps and then he stopped. Reaching in for my hand and uncurling it from around his arm, he let go of it, saying, "Hands to your side, Sally." Then, I felt him move behind me and put his hands on my hips and twist me to the right, saying, "That's good. Stay right there."
He kept his hands on my hips for a second and then let go. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" He said, calling out to everyone in the room.
"This is Sally, one of my students at school. All of you already know why you're here. But, for Sally's benefit, I'll quickly go through it." Then, Jay cleared his throat and began speaking:
"Sally is a good student. She's intelligent, makes good grades, and does well on her tests. But, as I explained to all of you, her behavior in my classroom is atrocious. She dresses provocatively, sits with her legs open, and flaunts her body day after day. I've even seen her rubbing her private parts with her pencil, and, she came to class once last week wearing no panties. There's only so much of this I can tolerate, and thanks to her distracting behavior, the class is now two full weeks behind for the simple reason that I can't concentrate on my lesson plans with her in the class.
I spoke with Sally after class one day and told her I had no choice other than to notify the principal, who I'm sure would notify her parents. Upon learning this, she immediately became remorseful and begged me not to turn her in. She asked if she could do extra credit work, but, I felt her behavior was more serious than that. She told me punishment from her parents would be severe, and in desperation, she pleaded with me to punish her privately, which I've agreed to do.
Personally, I think a young girl needs to understand the consequences of her actions, so, in keeping with that philosophy, her punishment will fit the crime. Better said, if she wants to dress, tease, flaunt her body and act like a slut, then I can't think of a better way to punish her than to grant her wish -- but on a scale she never expected.
So, shortly, I am going to give her to you, where, under the guidelines we've already discussed, you are free to use her. You may use her body however you wish...... including her mouth, her breasts or her genitals in any way you like, as long as you stay within the guidelines I've prescribed. You may not insert anything into her rectum except your fingers, and there will be no kissing on the lips.
There's a table in the back of the room that contains condoms, but they are not required since Sally is on birth control and all of you have been tested. There's also several kinds of vaginal and anal lubricants back there you can choose from, if necessary. You are free to use the wet bar against the wall, and the washroom on the floor directly above us.
When you are done with her, I will take my turn, and then her punishment will be complete. None of you will ever speak of this outside this room and neither will Sally, or I. Are there any questions?"
