A Private Lesson You Wont Forget 07

Several hours, countless other strap-ons each, as well as an explosive orgasm after each one later, you somehow managed to make it through one final round of pegging, teasing and boot worship without blowing whatever load you had left.

Pleased as you may have been to have finally done so at long last, you were rather certain this turn of events had far less to do with any real learned self-control on your part, and far more to do with a general lack of any remaining cum in your otherwise shriveled up and thoroughly drained cock and balls.

Regardless, it seemed enough to justify the end of today's lesson.

Miss Scarlet- with her tall, thigh-high boots shining and spotless from countless attempts to lick them clean, had been the final one to slide her strap-on into you, and as she slipped out the thick, rubbed, black rubber cock she'd previously been using to relentlessly pound your now very sore behind, she gave it a gentle smack with her leather-clad palm.

"Very good," she said with a smile as Miss Moore's now spotless boots moved out of your line of sight, allowing you to once again gaze upon the ravishing Amazon towering over you at the foot of the bed. "I knew you'd eventually learn a thing or two..."

A small groan was the only response you could muster in your current state, so exhausted by this most recent ordeal that words were the furthest thing from your submissive mind. In fact, all you truly wished to do at that moment was lay there and rest but, alas, such a thing did not appear to be in the cards for you just yet.

Instead, the wicked women who had spent a fair chunk of the day dominating you like never before carefully undid your restraints and moved your legs gently out from the stirrups before pulling you up from the bed and back to your feet. For the second day in a row, you struggled to steady yourself on quivering legs, but after a few minutes, you managed to do so even as your aching body practically screamed at you to stop and rest for a moment or two.

"Now then," Miss Scarlet continued, pointing a gloved finger over at a small door in the corner of the room. "Go and get yourself a glass of water, then pick up a rag and clean up this filthy mess you left on the bed. I don't want Miss Vera to come home to an unkempt dungeon."

With a hand on the wall for support, you managed a nod. "Yes, Miss Scarlet."

Slowly, you did as she commanded, sliding along until you reached the door, then walking into the adjacent room. Inside, you noticed a water cooler, as well as a sink with a waiting bucket and some rags among other cleaning products. Likely a maintenance room of some sort, although it didn't matter what it was normally used for. You had a task to complete.

With a sigh, you picked up one of the paper cups resting atop the cooler, filled it and drank cup after cup of cool, refreshing water in a vain attempt to re-hydrate yourself after everything that had transpired. Even so, you doubted there was enough water in the world to replenish all the fluids you'd spilled out thus far for those two, tantalizing temptresses.

Once you'd had your fill, you turned on the tap and let water pour into the bucket, adding some nearby soap before sinking a rag inside the warn, bubbly liquid and returning to the previous room, where Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore stood waiting patiently for you.

Both ladies pointed a gloved finger at the bed, and you immediately began to wipe up any and all traces of your cum from the soft, padded surface.

The rag gently gliding along, removing spot after spot, but if you thought it would be as simple as that you were grossly mistaken. Every time you thought you'd gotten it all, either Miss Scarlet or Miss Moore would point out a fresh spot you'd somehow managed to miss, and after a while, their constant repetitions of "You missed a spot" began to echo out in your mind, driving you to keep on cleaning, desperate to do a good job and please them.

If you needed any further proof of just how far down your submission had taken you, that was most certainly it.

Drained, naked, collared, and now dutifully cleaning up your cum whilst two leather-clad women spurred you on with their words. It was like a scene out of a pornographic video, and yet, it was real. You were really and truly at their command, doing everything you could to obey them regardless of how degrading it may have seemed.

Never before had you ever considered the power exchange inherent in something as seemingly simple as cleaning, yet as Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore continued to order you around the bed, pointing out more and more forgotten spots for you to wipe up, you found yourself growing more and more aroused.

Not to the point where you could even conceive of cumming again of course, but rather, enough for your already broken mind to soak up all of these actions and commands and associate them with pleasure.

You couldn't say for certain if this was some other, unspoken lesson they were teaching you, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was.

Nor were you the least bit shocked that it was clearly working.

Alongside everything else you'd gone through since that first day of classes, when you'd you mouthed off and unknowingly set yourself down this path of special education at Miss Scarlet's gloved hands, this seemed rather quaint, but continued to prove just how much control your teacher truly had over you.

She already had you doing things you'd never have considered in the past, and you doubted that would change anytime soon.

Once they were satisfied with the state of the bed, Miss Scarlet placed the strap-ons she and Miss Moore had used on you atop it, then pointed at them. "These as well," she said with a wicked grin. "I'm sure I don't need to explain to you how to clean a cock. After all, a naughty little boy like you probably has lots of experience running their hand up and down a shaft..."

Miss Moore had to stifle her laughter behind her gloved hand as your face turned about as red as your bottom and, after plunging the rag back into the depths of the bucket, you picked up the first rubber phallus and began to run the soaking cloth along its length, much to the ladies continued enjoyment. Both of them grinned and let out fresh round of laughter as your hand moved around the cock, cleaning it as thoroughly as if it were your own.

Even if yours could not compare to any of the ones they had used on you. And you knew it.

One after another you rubbed, feeling more and more humiliated by the minute. It would've been bad enough simply being told to clean the cocks that had previously been used to peg you, but to do so whilst those who had done the pegging watched an commented on the state of your 'handiwork' was nearly more than you could handle.

"I think he's having a bit of trouble with that one," Miss Moore said with a smirk as you worked on the massive one Miss Scarlet had used on you at the start.

"Of course he is," she said dismissively. "He's likely not used to handling one that large after all."

This brought out even more laughter from both women, to the point their faces were growing red from the constant giggle fits. Yours continued to redden as well, even as you found your cock growing aroused. Their laughter, their taunting, all of this humiliation was getting you going, much to your despair. You tried you best to ignore it, to focus on the task at hand, but it was far from easy.

Soon enough, you managed to get through all of them, and Miss Moore picked up all but one of the rubber cocks and headed back into the basement proper, seemingly to put them back where they'd found them in the first place. While she did that, Miss Scarlet silently send you back to the adjacent room to empty out the bucket and ring out the rag.

You dutifully did so, even as a part of you couldn't stop thinking about the lone remaining rubber phallus sitting there on the bed, as well as what it could possibly mean.

One you'd put everything back where you'd found it, you returned to the room with your head down, awaiting further instructions.

"It's grown rather late," Miss Scarlet said, pulling out her phone and checking the time, almost as if she had forgotten just how much time they had taken to tease, torment and teach you today. "So it seems our late lunch shall now be an early dinner... However, afterwards you are to go upstairs, run yourself another bath and head straight to bed young man."

Miss Moore giggled at the other woman's choice or words, but you only nodded, face still as red as your bottom. "Yes Miss Scarlet..."

Picking up the remaining dildo, Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore- who had also returned her harness to the wall from the look of things, left the room, you following behind them like the well-trained puppy you were slowly becoming, up the stairs and out of the dungeon. Yet even as you shut the door behind you, you couldn't quite shake the feeling that you'd left a part of yourself down there.

A part of yourself you were rather certain you were never going to get back.

Once back inside the dining room, the three of you sat down for another fine looking meal, although just as after your spanking you found it quite difficult to sit comfortably so as to enjoy it. Even so, you tried your best, although you could scarcely describe the meal given your mouth was still overrun with the lingering taste of leather as well as your own cum from the day's lesson.

While you all ate, however, Miss Scarlet decided to provide a small clue as to what awaited you the next day. "I think," she began nibbling away at her meal, "that both of you have learned a far amount. So tomorrow's lesson will be, well, somewhat easier on you."

Her gaze fell upon you as she said it, and though she said nothing else, you found yourself feeling- if not optimistic, then generally a little pleased. And though a part of you was quite curious as to what that could possibly mean, the simple fact that whatever it was promised to be easier on you than the two that had preceded it was more than enough to silence that immediately.

Nothing could possibly be as bad as what you'd already gone through, and you honestly felt yourself looking forward to whatever it could possibly be.

Once the meal was concluded, you helped the ladies from their chairs once again and watched was they exited the dining room and headed up the marble stairs to the second floor, you trailing behind a moment or two later as the lower half of your body struggled to move without issue.

It took a few tries, but eventually, you managed.

By the time you made it upstairs, Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore were nowhere to be seen and, with a sigh, you headed into the guest room, then then en-suite bathroom therein.

Just as with the previous day, you slowly filled up the tub with cool water and stepped inside, the chill sliding up your legs as you gently began to submerge the rest of your body into its waiting depths. The moment your now rather well-used bottom felt the water, it was as if all the pain and discomfort from earlier in the day melted away. The soothing temperature was indeed just what the doctor ordered, and as you let it wash over you, you found yourself wondering just what Miss Scarlet had in mind for the following day.

Given you had thus part been spanked, pegged and teased, the idea of something being 'easier' suddenly sounded even more vague than it already did. After all, it was growing quite clear to you that the wicked women who were in charge of this entire strange endeavor had far different ideas on what constituted 'easy' and 'difficult' than you did.

Still, you hoped against hope that whatever awaited you in the morning, it would at least allow your aching bottom to rest a little. You couldn't conceive of anything else they could do to it, although that didn't mean there weren't a plethora of untapped options at waiting at their gloved fingertips.

Pushing aside those thoughts for the time being, you instead, found yourself considering something altogether different.

As your eyes gazed up at the small window across from the tub and the star-filled sky beyond it, you wondered what some of your fellow students were doing with their study break. Were they vacationing in some tropical climate, spending time with friends and family, or simply enjoying their time away from their classes? You didn't know, but you were quite certain not a one of them could possibly experiencing what you were.

You almost felt sorry for them.

It was a strange thought to have, but the more you let it linger, the more you couldn't find any fault with it. For as much as you would've likely enjoyed any of the aforementioned things, it was clear to you that- along with the previous lessons Miss Scarlet had decided to bestow upon you, all of this had been something you'd needed, if not secretly wanted. You had needed someone to put you in your place, and she had most certainly done so.

And once again, it appeared you weren't alone.

The door to the room beside yours opened up, and the sound of clicking boot heels filled the air. And though you couldn't see what was transpiring, your mind quickly recalled the remaining rubber cock as well as the harness Miss Scarlet had kept on when you'd all left the basement.

"Now, bend over you needy little slut," Miss Scarlet's sultry, accented voice spoke on the other side of the wall. "I want to see just how well you learned from today's lesson."

"Yes Miss Scarlet," Miss Moore meekly replied, although her tone sounded far more agreeable and excited than it had the previous day. It seemed this time it was being done less as a punishment and more a true lesson. Once with promised the other woman far more pleasure than it had to you.

You could almost imagine Miss Moore laying across the bed, her bottom in the air as Miss Scarlet towered over her, gloved hands grasping at the other woman's waiting hips as she slowly brought the tip of the strap-on towards her cheeks, then gently pushed it inside.

A fact which was proven by the moan which slipped out from Miss Moore's mouth, through the wall, and into your waiting ears.

Along with the ones which followed.

"Remember," Miss Scarlet continued, the sound of her beginning to pound the other woman in earnest adding to the inherent dominance of her voice. "This is about self-control... So I want you to slip those gloved fingers of yours into that greedy little cunt and start to play with yourself. But... no cumming."

"Mmm..." Miss Moore groaned, louder now, and you could almost see the gloved hand making its way down towards her waiting pussy and begin to finger it. "Yes, Miss Scarlet..."

You honestly couldn't believe what you were hearing, but in the same breath, you weren't going to complain about it either. The sound of Miss Moore getting herself off whilst being fucked in the ass by Miss Scarlet was the sort of thing most students probably couldn't have imagined in their wildest dreams, and yet it was happening in the room right beside yours whilst you lay their soaking in the bathtub.

It was completely mad, and you practically pressed your ear into the cool tile of the wall so as to keep on listening.

The longer you did, the hornier you found yourself growing. You could scarcely believe it, especially after everything you'd already gone through, yet just hearing your teacher have her way with the other woman was almost magical, and the images your filthy mind concocted to go along with the sounds would have put even the nastiest pornographic videos to shame.

Especially when, just as you had done, Miss Moore had found herself unable to maintain a level of self-control.

A loud, almost ear-piercing moan of pleasure filled the air, one which qickly turned into a scream as Miss Moore came, her gloved fingers likely feverishly rubbing at her soaking clit. You could hear Miss Scarlet continue to peg her, the slapping of the leather harness against the other woman's ass cheeks just barely audible beneath Miss Moore's moans.

And, just as when you had been in the proverbial hot seat earlier in the day, such disobedience needed to be punished.

"Such an eager little slut you are," Miss Scarlet said, her tone strict as could be yet with a trace of wickedness. "What ever shall I do with you?"

You pressed your ear closer to the wall, patiently waiting to find out just what Miss Scarlet would do to the other woman, only for her voice to grow louder as she seemingly moved towards the walls separating the two rooms. "And that goes for you too, you naughty little boy... Finish up your bath and get to bed. If you keep on eavesdropping, I'll have to punish you."

The clicking of her boot heels as she walked away from the wall was all you needed to hear to know she wasn't kidding. Immediately, you pulled the plug, stood up and dried yourself off before slipping out of the tub and the bathroom and heading towards the bed, torn between your desire to know just what Miss Scarlet intended to do to Miss Moore and your desire to obey her commands.

As well as not be further punished for your misdeeds.

And, as you lay there, preparing to get some much needed rest, your ears caught the slightest sound of leather against flesh, and you knew that second round had begun in the next room.

You wondered how much Miss Moore could take without cumming. As well as what tomorrow would bring not only to you, but to the other woman.

After all, now more than ever it was clear she was learning the very same things as you.