A Private Lesson You Wont Forget 06

If you'd thought that somehow today's lesson would be slightly easier to take than the one that had come before, you were sorely mistaken.

As you lay there on the medical bed, lips and tongue struggling to give as much attention to Miss Scarlet's lovely boots as was physically possible given your current state, Miss Moore continued to slowly slide her strap-on in and out of your ass, fucking you gently as she could even as he free hand stroked your aching cock up and down.

It was maddening, yet also incredible.

Never before could you have even conceived of the possibility that being fucked in the arse like this would feel good, yet somehow, it being mixed with the thorough teasing of your erection by Miss Moore's gloved hand as well as the forced worship of Miss Scarlet's boots was mashing them all together in such a way that you had little choice but to associate all of them with pleasure.

Even now, as you moved your tongue back towards the heel of Miss Scarlet's red and black thigh-high boot-running it all around and practically drawing the heel into your mouth so as to suck it clean before doing the same to its twin, you felt amazing. As if the dual acts of complete and total domination from these two women were pushing you deeper and deeper into submission than you had ever thought possible.

And still, they had only just begun.

You groaned as Miss Moore's pink, rubber cock pumped its way in and out of you, giving it a rather fine pounding the likes of which you would never have expected from the once-mousy teacher. The fact that she was managing not to go all out on you as she did with the spanking was a blessing, even if her slow, steady pace was driving you wild with desire.

After a few minutes, Miss Scarlet removed her boots from your face and looked at the soles, checking on your work before shifting around in her seat and returning them to you in such a way as you could reach more of the boots. Immediately, you returned to licking and kissing the smooth leather, worshipping as much as your could. Your tongue could not lap at her boots fast enough, the taste filling your mouth and making your cock even harder than it already was in Miss Moore's masterful hand.

Precum was leaking out of the tip of your shaft as she continued to stroke, sliding along your length even as her thrusts increased ever so slightly. Her movements began to sync up- her cock slipping in as her hand reached the tip of your erection, then moving out just enough so as to do it again even as her gloved hand stopped to briefly fondle your balls.

She was fucking you far better than you had ever fucked anyone, and that knowledge somehow made you even harder. Knowing that this woman and her strap-on were better equipped for the task that you could ever hope to be.

The growing desire in your nether regions only grew, and much as you were enjoying everything, you were also keenly aware that such a thing was not good. You'd been told to control yourself, but it was so hard... Miss Moore's thrusts only increased, as did her strokes, and Miss Scarlet's boots were so tall, there was so much for you to worship.

This was all too much, and you desperately wanted to cum there and then, even though such a thing was not allowed.

Not that it seemed to matter.

You'd never experienced anything remotely like this before, and the longer it went on for, the more desperate you became. Being so thoroughly fucked and teased by Miss Moore felt so good, so right, that you could feel more and more of your previous self crumbling away. The more these women dominated you, the easier it was to simply submit to them.

It was so easy in fact that, as your eager tongue made its way around Miss Scarlet's leather-covered ankle and down towards the toe of her boot, Miss Moore's thrusts and strokes grew even faster, and you felt a familiar sensation begin to make itself known deep within your balls. Her gloved hand continued to slide up and down your now rather slick and throbbing member, stroking, teasing and manipulating it for all it was worth, and though you didn't want to, it was clear what was about to happen.

As was the undeniable fact that there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it.

Miss Moore's black leather-clad hand expertly jerked your cock, and before you could truly react, cum began to shoot out the tip of it and into the air, thick, sticky drops of it landing on your bare stomach as well as the bed and her gloved hand even as she continued to milk you, not ceasing in either her strokes or her thrusts in the slightest.

If anything, Miss Moore seemed to start fucking you even harder- as if the sight of your forbidden orgasm had spurred her onward until she finally let go of your now-flaccid cock, took hold of your other leg, and truly began to go to town on your arse.

The groan you'd struggled to suppress whilst you licked Miss Scarlet's boots finally burst out as the thrusts became too much to bear and, though you tried your best not to falter in your continued worship, it was fairly easy to see that you'd failed in your appointed task.

A fact the ladies were rather quick to point out.

"My my," Miss Scarlet began, her tone practically drenched with disappointment. "And I thought you'd be able to control yourself a little better after yesterday's lesson... It seems I was mistaken."

Pulling her boots away, she gazed down at you and shook her head dismissively. "And you barely even started worshipping my boots.... You know what that means, don't you?"

You nodded, then watched as she slipped off the seat, walked to the end of the bench, and, much to your dismay, hooked a rather large black rubber cock onto her harness.

Beside her, Miss Moore could scarcely hold back her glee, her eyes lingering on the chosen strap-on for a moment before moving on to the cum which had landed on your stomach and the bed. Scooping up the juices in her gloved hands, she slowly made her way over to the now-vacant seat, sat down, and slathered the cum onto the bottom of her boots before hanging them just above your face.

"Now then," Miss Scarlet continued, taking her place by your exposed bottom. "Let's try again, shall we?"

With a gulp, your eyes moved from the bottom of Miss Moore's cum-stained boots to Miss Scarlet as she generously lubed up her large, black cock before eyeing your flaccid member hungrily.

"Yes, Miss Scarlet" was all you managed to sputter out before the boots above you were lowered, and you once again slipped out your tongue so as to begin lapping up your juices from the soles of Miss Moore's black leather knee-high boots.

The mix of the salty cum and the smooth leather soon filled your mouth, just as Miss Scarlet took hold of your legs in her gloved hands and slipped the tip of her cock inside of you, preparing to fill your arse.

Unlike Miss Moore's however, Miss Scarlet's went right in, though not by choice. Rather, the sheer size and thickness of it, combined with Miss Scarlet's subtle strength, forced the rubber phallus between your cheeks and deep into your anus before you had much of a chance to process what was happening.

Once you did, however, your quickly noted that this wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Then again, you had displeased Miss Scarlet by cumming, and she was going to make sure you knew it.

Slowly, her shaft pushed in and out of you, finding its own rhythm even as you tried your best to run your tongue along the sole of Miss Moore's boots in a satisfactory way. Though it wasn't the first time you'd been forced to eat your own cum, such a thing had yet to get any easier, especially given the circumstances.

Still, you tried your best, even as your bottom seemed rather resistant to taking another pounding so soon.

"Relax," Miss Scarlet cooed, her gloved hands tightly gripping your legs as she leaned forward, using her weight to shove the full length of the shaft inside you. "And do try to do a better job on Miss Moore's boots than you did on mine... I'm not going to touch that pathetic, useless little knob of yours until you've got every last drop of your cum off of them."

The idea of not feeling Miss Scarlet's gloved hands on your cock was more than enough to get you working faster, and whether you liked it or not, you began to lap up Miss Moore's soles in earnest, ignoring the salty taste of your juices and doing your damnedest to lick every inch of the boots.

"I think that did the trick," Miss Moore added playfully. "He really is a glove slut, isn't he Miss Scarlet?"

Looking over at the other woman, Miss Scarlet grinned her the thick, black rubber phallus continued to move in and out of you. "Oh yes, quite the little glove slut... So desperate and needy for out leather-clad hands."

"Did you need to teach him that?" Miss Moore asked, pressing her boots onto your face as you began to lick and suck the heels.

"Not at all... I think he was already a bit of one, even if he didn't realize it until he felt my gloves around his cock the first time."

As she said that, one of her hands let go of your legs and wrapped around your shaft, the sensation of the leather forcing it to spring back to life even after it had already exploded. "See? A touch of my glove is more than enough to get his itty-bitty dicklet hard again."

It was true, and the more you considered her words, the more you found they rang true. Though you had never once said it aloud, somewhere in your mind it had always been there. A love for women in tight, smooth, leather gloves. A fetish for them. And whether you had realized it or not, that was where this abject submission had likely sprung from.

Miss Scarlet had seen it in you, and without any real effort on her part, she had brought that see to life. Now she was simply nurturing it, as well as you, into the role you'd perhaps always been destined to play.

A submissive toy. One they were happily playing with.

With your cock firmly in the grip of her red leather-clad hand, Miss Scarlet began to tease it in earnest- letting it go, then wrapping it tightly again, running a single finger from the base of your growing shaft to the tip and back again, until you were almost certain she intended to drive you completely mad.

All the while, she never once ceased in her pegging. The thick, black cock gleefully shoved its way in and out of your ass, and all you could do was lay there and moan as it filled you up.

Miss Moore moved her boots around, your cum now completely cleaned off the soles of them, and without question you began to kiss and lick your way around the rest of the smooth leather. You took the toe of one boot into your mouth and sucked it, generously making sure it was clean before daring to move on. You wanted to do a good job this time, no matter what.

Given her boots were shorter than Miss Scarlet's, it seemed you would have a far better chance of finishing them before any other potential 'accidents' occurred, although Miss Scarlet was not making it easy on you. Her soft, red leather-gloved hand firmly held your cock in its grip, and just as the other woman had done, she began to stroke it in time with her thrusts.

The difference was, you had already cum once today, and your cock was thus far more sensitive than it normally would have been. As well as far more desperate than it had been from the start.

You were honestly even more amazed than you'd been the previous day at just how quickly your cock managed to bounce back after such a strong orgasm. However, the more you considered the situation you were in, the easier it became to understand. Had you been on your own- perhaps sitting alone in your dorm and wanking your cock, the odds were you never would have managed to get this hard again so soon.

But whole beneath the boots of a dominant woman, with another's gloved hand wrapped tightly around your shaft? Of course you could get this hard again so quickly. You wanted to please them, to serve them, just as you'd been taught. As did your cock.

And the only way it could do such a thing was to get hard. To show them how much it adored submitting to them and their control.

Unfortunately, this also meant that, whether you wanted it to or not, your cock was going to get you in hot water again.

Unless...

It wouldn't be easy, but you forced yourself to focus. Not simply on worshipping Miss Moore's boots- although you were doing that fairly well at the moment, nor on the shaft continuously sliding in and out of your arse as Miss Scarlet kept on fucking it. No, what remained of your mind was trying to send signals to your cock that it never expected it would need to.

Telling it not to cum.

Such an idea felt irrational, even wrong, and were you in any other situation, you would likely have never done so. Yet you had been told to focus- to maintain a level of self-control, and to not cum. Amazing as Miss Scarlet's gloved hand felt, incredible as the sensation of her cock deep in your ass had begun to feel, and as much as you adored worshipping Miss Moore's boots, you could not cum.

And that knowledge alone was enough to break you even more than you clearly already were.

Knowingly sacrificing your own desire and pleasure was something you'd never thought you would ever do. And yet, was it all that much different than your first lesson? After all, mouthing off in class, coasting your way along, you'd done it all because you enjoyed it, regardless of how it affected others.

Miss Scarlet had changed that- making sure you paid attention, kept your mouth shut, and obeyed.

Just as you were doing now.

Even as her gloved hand continued to stroke you, faster and faster, you kept resisting the urge to blow your load. It was difficult, but it was you were to learn, as well as to aid Miss Moore in learning. Self-control.

"Mmm, your cock is getting rather hard, isn't it?" Miss Scarlet whispered, her voice sending shivers through your body. "You're not going to cum, are you?"

A groan slipped out as you released the toe of Miss Moore's other boot from your mouth. "No.. Miss... Scarlet..."

You meant it, even as you struggled to keep control of your cock. It wanted to cum, as did a part of you, but still you tried to hold back. To stop yourself from exploding. But it was so hard, as was your cock.

"I don't know about that," Miss Moore taunted from above you. "That cock looks like it's going to burst."

"You're quite right," Miss Scarlet confirmed, squeezing your shaft in her hand before continuing to stroke it. "But I'm sure our student doesn't want to disappoint his teacher a second time, does he?"

The sensation of her leather-clad hand sliding along the length of your cock felt so good, and her words were making it increasingly difficult not to give in. You wanted to cum, but you didn't want to disobey Miss Scarlet either.

But then, just as with everything else, in truth you had no choice.

Much as you tried to stop yourself this time, Miss Scarlet was a far better teacher than you were a student it seemed, and as her thrusts increased, her gloved hand slipped from your balls to your tip once more, and your body seized up. For the second time in as many minutes, you exploded all over the place.

Unlike Miss Moore however, Miss Scarlet didn't stop milking it or fucking your tight little bottom. In fact, she kept both up, making sure she got every last drop out of you even as her cock slammed deep into your ass over and over again. Tears filled your eyes and you cried out in pleasure and pain, the sound muffled by Miss Moore's boot pressing down against your lips.

"Such abhorrent behaviour," Miss Scarlet said, smacking your cock with her gloved hand as she slid the strap-on out of your ass. "And so disappointing. You really do have a lot to learn, don't you?"

Miss Moore removed her boots from your face, allowing you to gaze up at Miss Scarlet as she stared down at you. "Yes, Miss Scarlet... I am so sorry."

You meant it, but it didn't seem to matter. She stepped towards you, then slid the cum-covered fingers of her leather-clad hand into your mouth. "Yes, you are. Such a sorry, useless, pathetic student you are proving to be... But then, I suppose we'll just have to keep at it until the lesson sinks in."

As you sucked your juices off of her fingers, her words echoed out in your mind, and even without saying it aloud, you knew exactly what she was getting at.

Those other strap-ons they'd brought along weren't for show. They were going to use them all on you, and perhaps more.

Miss Scarlet had said they were going to teach you self-control, and she meant it.

Removing her fingers, she stepped back and helped Miss Moore down from the seat, then took her place, placing her boots back in your face even as the other woman slid a large, purple cock on and lubed it up. With a groan, you began licking Miss Scarlet's boots where you'd left off, and readied yourself for another round.

You didn't know if you could manage to get through it without cumming again, but whether you did or not, deep inside you knew it didn't matter. Not really. The true lesson- the only lesson, had already been learned. And just like each one that had come before it, all it was doing was being reinforced.

Submit. Obey. Serve.

And you knew in your heart that you would.