"This is a magnificent office, Sophie," Michelle said as she entered the room. It was much larger than the suite she'd set up, with a view of the school's private lake, and a large driftwood desk for the principal in the middle of the room. The chairs were comfortable and cushioned with fine leather and Michelle took the liberty of seating herself across from the older brunette. She laid down a large gym bag on the ground next to her, and it made a resounding thump on the carpet.
Sophie was dressed in a more flattering outfit today, a pale white sundress that actually displayed a hint of cleavage, and her hair had a little bounce to its dark curls. Her cheeks were flushed and had more color. "You've been fucking, haven't you?" Michelle said, a sly grin splitting her face.
Sophie blushed. "Not quite. Just... a little playing with Allison, is all."
Michelle spread her legs beneath her gray business skirt. "Do tell me more."
"I've had her come into my office a few times."
"How many times?"
"Every day this week." Sophie giggled in a girlish fashion that belied her age. "But we didn't... you know, make love. I used the dildo on her again. Tried eating her pussy, but wasn't quite ready for it. She used the dildo on me, but I... I couldn't get naked."
Michelle nodded. "I had a feeling about that. It seems you have some sexual hangups. Today, we're going to fix that." She reached down into the large bag she'd brought and pulled out a box. She laid it on the table. "You need to dissociate from the sexually conservative Christian principal and mother of three. You need to become that debased slut we saw in the locker room. You have to fully accept her, and to do that you need to do two things."
Sophie's fingers pulled together and she shifted nervously across the desk from Michelle. "I don't know how much more I can do of this. I mean, I've already been pushed so far."
Michelle reached out and laid her hands over Sophie's. "Trust me. I've been right this far, haven't I?" she said, in unusually gentle tones.
Sophie bit her lip and looked down shyly. "Okay. I trust you."
"Then from now on, you'll call me Mommy."
Sophie gasped. "That's crazy... I know I had the fantasy, but you're younger than me."
"The truth of your fantasy is that you need someone else to be Mommy. You spend your entire day picking up after children, whether they're your own or your students." Michelle leaned in, her lips pulled back in a half snarl. "It's time for you to get your chance to be my girl. Your chance to play, while Mommy takes care of you."
Sophie whimpered, and the scent of her cunt filtered into the room. Michelle grinned with savage pleasure. She had this slut right where she wanted her. "Okay," Sophie said.
"Okay who?"
"Okay Mommy. What do you want me to do?"
"Put this outfit on," Michelle said, pushing the box over to her. "You can go change in your bathroom, don't worry. But wear only whats inside when you come out."
"Yes, Mommy," Sophie said obediently, taking the box and walking into her bathroom. Michelle leaned back, enjoying the warmth building between her own legs as she admired the view from the office. "Mommy!" Sophie called out a few minutes later. "I can't wear this."
"Yes, you can."
"Mommy, no!"
"Sophie," Michelle said sternly. "Don't be a bad girl. Mommy spent a lot of money on that outfit. Put it on and step outside."
A whining cry from inside, but no further protest. A few minutes later, Sophie exited the restroom and stood before Michelle in a set of green and purple lingerie, very much like the one she had worn in her modeling photos. While she had a bit of a tummy compared to them, her figure was still athletic, with shapely legs and a muscular ass, well fitted in the lacy contours of the panties. The bra was low cut and almost translucent, revealing the heaving breasts of a middle aged mother, well-used and marked up, and perfect terrain for Michelle's sexual exploits.
Sophie's face was red and she kept her eyes on the ground. "Sophie," Michelle commanded. "Look at me."
Sophie looked up. "Yes, Mommy."
"Turn around."
Sophie turned around, revealing the tiny strings wrapped around her neck holding the bra together, and the complete contours of her bare back and buttocks, divided by the lace of the thong underwear. The pale globes of her ass shone magnificently under the fluorescent lights of the room.
"You're such a good girl, Sophie. So pretty. Mommy loves how you look in that." Michelle reached into the bag. "I'm going to take some photos. Will you be a good girl and pose for Mommy like you used to do, back in the day?"
Sophie's shoulders stiffened but she faced Michelle, a pout on her face. "Okay, Mommy. I'll be a good girl for you."
