The following story was a collaboration of sorts, and is based on real people in a real school setting. While the story itself is fiction, the characters are real, and two of them actually participate in the activities that I have described. It was a collaboration because I got many of my ideas directly from Mindy herself, along with several pictures of her and Nancy enjoying those activities. I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, please leave a comment.
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Assistant principal Mindy Starr shivered as she hurried behind school councilor Nancy Olivia. Her panties felt drenched from the sudden display of dominance displayed by the councilor. The day had gone by like any other busy school day, but now that school had let out, things had taken a thrilling turn.
The thirty three year old vice principal had found out an hour before the day was over that her new office chair had arrived from the delivery truck. Unfortunately it needed to be assembled before she could swap out her old, uncomfortable chair, so she had it sent to an empty 3rd grade room that was being utilized for storage purposes. From there, she asked one of the custodians, Jerry to assemble the chair for her. She had suspected for a long time that Jerry had a thing for her, and of course he was only too happy to agree when she smiled sweetly and fluttered her long eyelashes. Mindy was not above using sex appeal to get what she wanted, especially out of men.
As the final bells rang and the children filed out the doors to the waiting busses, Jerry knocked on the frame of her open door and waved to her awkwardly. "Miss Starr, the chair that you asked me to assemble is all together. Where would you like me to deliver it?"
Mindy opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by Nancy who breezed into the room around the startled custodian and quickly answered, "Oh Jerry, you've done enough work for one day. Go home and get some rest, we'll handle the chair, right Mindy?"
A flush settled on Mindy's face as she looked at Nancy, and she nodded quickly. "Yes, yes of course. Thank you Jerry, I appreciate it. Have a good evening."
"Sure, no problem Miss. You have a good night also." The fifty something man lifted his hand in another awkward wave, then began to back out of the office.
"Good night Jerry," Nancy called in a without taking her eyes off Mindy.
"G'night," Jerry called and was gone.
With a knowing smirk on her face, Nancy reached back and swung the office door shut before setting her zippered bag on the floor. Once the two were alone in the office, she shook her head and smiled. "You made that poor man assemble your new chair for you," she said.
"I couldn't do it myself," Mindy replied.
"Yeah sure," Nancy said, as she reached back to the door once more and locked it.
Mindy felt a chill go down her spine when she heard the lock engaged. Recently she had confessed to Nancy a secret desire to be dominated. Even though Nancy was married, Mindy could tell that she was a dominant personality, and when she explained to the councilor that her fantasy was to be dominated by a strong woman, Nancy had taken the ball and run with it.
Mindy's job as assistant principal at a busy elementary school meant that during the day she needed to be in control and make important decisions that effected everyone. Was it strange that after the job was done, she wanted someone else to be in control?
"I bought you a gift," Nancy said, with a sly grin. She unzipped her bag, reached in and pulled out a small cardboard box.
Mindy bit her bottom lip and said, "Um, you know that I'm- I'm not allowed to accept gifts from employees."
"Oh stop it," Nancy chuckled, "I'm not going to tell anyone, and I'm certain that you're not going to either." She stepped forward and placed the cardboard box on Mindy's desk.
Mindy swallowed, then took a deep breath before picking up the box and opening it. Inside was a thick pink and black collar with a gold colored ring. The vice principal looked up at the standing councilor and raised her eyebrows. "A collar?" she asked.
"Well yeah, it's a way to let everyone know that you are my slave," Nancy said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be someone else's slave.
"But...I can't...I can't wear this," Mindy said.
"Sure you can."
Mindy looked at the leather strap in her hand. It was thick and well made, and was definitely not cheap. Suddenly Nancy strode around Mindy's desk and took the collar. Without a word, she wrapped it around Mindy's neck and fastened the buckle under her hair, making sure that it was snug, but not too tight.
"There, let's see how that looks," Nancy said as she forcefully turned the vice principal's head to look at her. "That is so hot," she exclaimed, then reached up and did something to the ring on the front of the collar. As she pulled back, Mindy realized that she had attached a leash to the ring. "I wonder what would happen if I walked you out into the hallway right now while everyone is out there."
"That wouldn't be good," Mindy replied in a hushed tone.
"I'll decide what's good for you slave," Nancy barked, giving a tug on the chain, "Now get down on your hands and knees where you belong."
"Yes Mistress," Mindy gasped and quickly dropped onto the floor.
"Good girl. Now I really want to try out that new chair of yours." Nancy glanced up at the clock on the wall and said, "We'll give it a few more minutes to let the hall clear out." She sat down in Mindy's old chair and kicked her shoes off. "In the mean time you can worship my feet."
"Yes Mistress," Mindy said. She took the offered foot in her hands and began to massage the underside. Her fingers sunk deep into soft arch as she kneaded the nylon covered foot. A funky, cheesy smell wafted up, assaulting her nostrils and reminding her that it was the end of a long day, and the councilor had been in high heels all day. The smell wasn't terrible, but also wasn't very pleasant. Looking into Nancy's eyes told Mindy that the councilor was enjoying the fact that her feet had a strong odor.
"These nylons have to go," Nancy said. "Take 'em off."
"Yes Mistress," Mindy said. Not knowing how high the nylons went, she began to slide her hands up Nancy's leg under her dress. When she reached her knee, Mindy's heart sped up. Her hands slid higher, feeling Nancy's strong thighs all the way up to...she found the end at the thickest part of Nancy's thigh, mere inches from paydirt. She hooked her fingers and began to pull the material down over the knee, past the calf, around the ankle and off the foot.
"There, that's nice," Nancy said, "Now I want you to use your mouth to massage my feet. Start by cleaning the bottom real nice, and make sure you get in between all my toes."
Mindy cleared her throat, then nodded and whispered, "Yes Mistress." Feet were not her thing, but she lifted Nancy's foot up and began to lick the bottom anyway. Her tongue tingled as the tart flavor coated her taste buds and overwhelmed her senses, making her cough and grimace, but she quickly began to lick again before Nancy could complain.
"Tell me how much you love my feet slave," Nancy said.
"Mm, I love your feet so much Mistress. They are so perfect, and..."
"...And how do they smell?"
"They smell wonderful Mistress."
"And how do they taste?"
"They taste wonderful Mistress." A lie if there ever was one.