Another piece inspired by the amazing content of the lovely Scarlet/ 'fortheloveofgloves'.
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As was to be expected, the ladies took their sweet time, settling in, forcing you to stand by the bottom of the stairs alone with your thoughts.
After a spell, you decided it was best to try and take in more of your surroundings, or at least those you could easily spot from where you currently stood. There was a well-furnished living room across from you, with an ornate fireplace, several expensive-looking pieces of furniture, and a number of elegant portraits of a rather stunning leather-clad woman. Miss Vera you supposed, although who she was you still did not know, let alone how she and Miss Scarlet were acquainted.
Further along the hallway behind an open door stood an opulent dining room, with a long oaken table and several chairs, as well as what you could only assume was the kitchen connected to it via another, albeit closed, door.
And to your right, only a few feet from the bottom of the staircase was a rather nondescript-looking door.
In most cases, you would have assumed it was simply a basement. However, the more you looked upon the portraits that lined the walls, as well as considered everything that you'd already experienced at Miss Scarlet's gloved hands, the more you wondered if perhaps there was something else down there.
Something you were likely to experience before this week was over with.
Several more minutes passed before the familiar clicking of the ladies' bootheels on the marble stairs rang out, and you stood at attention- in more ways than one much to your dismay, waiting for them to arrive.
Miss Scarlet appeared first, having not only exchanged her more formal teaching attire for a sheer, sleeveless black top and tight black leather skirt but had tied her long red hair carefully into a small topknot which continued along into a braided ponytail. Those magnificent snakeskin gloves still covered her arms, and a pair of black and red over-the-knee heeled leather boots completed the look.
You could scarcely tear your eyes off of her but found you had to once Miss Moore arrived.
The other lady had changed as well, now wearing a pair of tight black leather pants which accentuated her curves, as well as a white silken top. Her short brown gloves had been exchanged for an elbow-length set of a similar color, and her ankle boots switched out for a taller, just-below-the-knee pair of brown ones.
Your eyes struggled in vain to take in the sight of the stunning ladies whom you would be spending the next several days in the company of, and even though you didn't want it to, your cock immediately betrayed you- hardening at the very presence of the two strict disciplinarians standing there before you.
Miss Scarlet looked at it with a smirk, and Miss Moore once again found herself holding back a laugh, but neither one said a word about it. Instead, they simply made their way towards the waiting dining room, and you followed behind them dutifully, curious as ever to learn just what it was they had in store for the week.
Somehow, whilst you'd been distracted looking all about, someone had placed three plates worth of food onto the dining room table, so that it was waiting for the three of you upon entering. Even so, you barely paid it any mind, instead watching as Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore took their seats, waiting until they'd done so before you did the same.
The meal- such as it was, passed in a blur, to the point where if anyone were to inquire about it or even ask you just what it was you'd eaten, there was very little chance you could have told them in any great detail. It could have easily been gruel given the lack of consideration you managed to give it, your focus remaining, as it had for some time, on Miss Scarlet.
That being said, you still had enough sense left in your otherwise leather-addled brain to pay close attention when your teacher decided the time had come for her to elaborate upon just what it was she had in mind for you over the course of the study break.
"Now then," she began, drawing your attention to her almost immediately, "as I said, you are here to provide assistance. You see, Miss Moore came to me several weeks ago and inquired as to whether I would be willing to teach her how to deal with rowdy students like you."
Miss Moore smirked wickedly, and you found yourself shrinking back in your seat as she looked at you. Miss Scarlet, on the other hand, either didn't notice or simply didn't care to comment, instead continuing with her explanation as if nothing had happened.
"Of course, I was more than happy to do so, and Miss Vera was quite pleased to provide me with her home, seeing as we share a fair amount of... interests..."
Even without her coming out and saying it, her words were more than enough to tell you that your earlier assumptions were more than likely correct. That door beside the stairs did not lead to some simple basement. It led to something far more frightening.
"However, I knew I would require some help, and who better than you? After all, you've become such a good student under my tutelage, haven't you?"
You nodded, your body quivering even as your cock twitched beneath the table, as well as beneath Miss Scarlet's gaze. Much as you hated to admit it, her previous 'lessons' had yet to leave your mind, and on more than one occasion since, you'd dreamed of finding yourself once again at the mercy of her gloved hands.
It would seem some dreams do come true.
Whether you wanted them to or not.
