Mrs Randall stopped in her tracks when she saw the single word 'Sylvia' written on the envelope in her hand. This item was among the mail she had just collected from the school post-room, and was sorting through, as she entered her office. Within the privacy of her office she leaned her back against the door and eagerly tore open the envelope to read the note within.
Mrs Annabelle Randall was Head Mistress of the Glendale School for Girls, an exclusive fee paying school, for parents who could afford to give their daughters the best education available She was 42 years old, a married woman who had worked hard to get where she was, and was well suited to the job. She also had a secret fetish that very few people knew about, or would even suspect, of such an elegant and respectable lady. The truth was that Mrs Randall was a secret submissive who loved to be sexually dominated by a younger person of either sex.
With trembling hands, she scanned the note that read,
YOUR OFFICE
FRIDAY 4.00PM
BE READY
C.M.
Annabelle knew who had written the note, and also knew what the message meant. It had come from Caroline Mayhew, one of the senior girls at the school. Caroline was from a very wealthy family, a spoilt brat who demanded, and usually got, her way in most things. She was 19 years old, tall blond and very beautiful, with a well developed athletic body that other girls envied. She also had a secret penchant for seducing older women, and regarded the Head Mistress as a perfect target for her attentions.
The message told Annabelle to expect a visit to her office from Caroline on Friday, and to be dressed appropriately for the occasion. Annabelle could think of little else for the next 2 days before the meeting, and found that her pussy was often moist as a result of her daydreaming. The pair had met clandestinely several times before, and on each occasion, they had indulged in the most unladylike behaviour one could imagine. The note was addressed to 'Sylvia' - the name that Annabelle chose to use when in her submissive role. By changing her name and persona, she permitted herself (as Sylvia) to do and say things that Annabelle (as herself) would never consider.
Several times during the next 2 days Annabelle would ask herself. "How can this slip of a girl hold such power over a sophisticated, mature woman like me?" These thoughts even led her to compose several outraged replies, along the lines of:
Dear Miss Mayhew,
I have received your cryptic message, and I must inform you that I object most strongly to your tone. If you persist in your perverted harassment of me, I shall forward a copy of this note to your parents. Also you will be aware, that as Head Mistress, I have the authority to expel you from the school, and I will do so if -- etc.
But of course she had no intention of ever writing such a note.
Friday dawned warm and sunny, as Annabelle awoke, and hugged herself in delicious anticipation of what the day might bring. The hours seemed to drag, as her feverish imagination frequently impinged on her thoughts. Her distant manner was noticed, and later commented on, by some of her colleagues, after the monthly staff meeting she had attended that morning.
After lunch, Annabelle locked her office door. Then going to her private en suite bathroom, she opened the small wardrobe that was there. After carefully selecting the items of clothing that Caroline had instructed her to wear, she laid them on a chair. Then, stripping off, she stepped into the cubicle to enjoy a leisurely hot shower.
After the shower, she towelled herself down, and stood in front of the full-length mirror to examine her naked body. She found it very gratifying to still have the flawless skin and curvaceous figure of a younger woman, with firm breasts and a shapely bottom. Her dark shoulder length hair shone, and her pretty face and body glowed with health and vitality. Now she began the process of transforming herself into the submissive 'Sylvia' for her young Mistress.
After spraying herself with perfume, she applied light makeup, then the bright red lipstick and matching nail polish that Caroline told her to wear. Next, she put on the white silk blouse and tucked it into the waistband of the short grey skirt that followed. Looking in the mirror, she saw how her firm breasts and prominent nipples were clearly outlined through the sheer silk, emphasising her femininity. With increasing excitement she donned the white knee length cotton stockings then the shiny black shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, she brushed her hair for a long time, then fashioned it into a ponytail, as instructed by Caroline.
The adrenalin coursing through her body, made her restless, so she walked up and down her office, while trying hard to resist the urge to finger her moist pussy and throbbing breasts. This was difficult, as she was very aroused by what she wore, and by the anticipation of Caroline's visit.
The final item of clothing was the black choker that she fixed round her neck. The choker signified her submissive status, and completed the transformation into her alter -ego 'Sylvia'. She was now prepared and dressed as instructed, and went to stand behind the locked door, to await the arrival of her young Mistress.
Caroline Mayhew arrived 5 minutes late, and announced herself by knocking on the locked door using a coded sequence. She immediately heard the key turn in the lock and the door open a crack. Then, after a count of ten, she entered and turned to lock the door behind her. Nothing was said as Caroline walked past Sylvia who was seated near her desk with her back to the door. Putting down her briefcase, Caroline went and perched on the edge of the desk to face Sylvia, who sat with eyes downcast.
"Stand Sylvia." said Caroline, bringing Sylvia to her feet immediately. "Now turn and do a slow twirl for me." The older woman complied, as her young Mistress inspected her from head to toe.
"I am pleased to see you have dressed correctly for my visit, and you look good enough to eat." said Caroline. "Now kneel and you may kiss my thighs, as a reward for being such a good girl."
"Thank you Mistress" said Sylvia, as she knelt on the carpet before her.
Caroline stood and raised the hem of her skirt, then dropped it over Sylvia, making her feel cocooned in a secret den, where she could indulge her fantasies. She began kissing all about Caroline's thighs for some time. Then, looking up between the open legs, she gazed at the sweet hairless pussy, that demanded attention. The temptation to kiss it was too much, so she slyly began to 'accidentally' brush her lips over the moist lips above her, making Caroline gasp with pleasure, each time she did it.
Sylvia's kisses changed to become an obvious clit lick that made Caroline close her legs involuntarily, each time she felt it. This in turn, caused Sylvia's head to be pleasantly squeezed between the younger woman's thighs each time. They played this exciting game of licking and squeezing, until it brought Caroline to a trembling moaning orgasm that wet Sylvia's lips and chin with pussy juice.
