Note To Readers: Although it is a stand alone story, it is the third part in a series depicting the transformation of a school headmaster, into a submissive lesbian plaything for a deviously beautiful young adult student. It depicts themes of non-consent and reluctant lesbian sex. If this is in anyway offensive please find another story. If you read on please enjoy. As always comments and feedback are always welcome. All sexual activity depicted involves persons of legal age.
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Headmaster Mikaela Preston left the Target and sat in the car holding the new burner phone. It was loaded with a monthly unlimited data plan that had to be renewed each month. She paid cash, did not give a name, and even created a new generic email to link it to, so it could not be directly traced to her. Her mind raced from the shock of the past twenty-four hours, and the anticipation of what lay ahead. She could barely comprehend how she had ended up there.
On the way from Oxana's to the store, she could feel the areas of her thighs drying out, with remnants of cum hardening on her skin. The smell of sex permeated the car after her encounter, and she was embarrassed beyond words after a complete loss of control and possibly the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. She had to go straight to the restroom and clean herself properly before going into the store. Despite her professional attire, a black skirt, white blouse, and grey suit jacket, she was sure everyone would smell her shame.
Before getting the phone, she quickly bought new panties. She feared her body would betray her and even after washing-- people would soon smell her arousal. She put them on in the bathroom, wondering if somehow security would know and think she was a shoplifter. Then she went back for the phone and returned to the car. She took a breath and replayed the events of the past twenty-four hours, in her mind.
Her Friday began with a plan to meet with a troubled young lady and her single mother, who were appealing to attend the Christian School where she was headmaster. The student, Oxana Boykoff, had been suspended from her previous public school for an inappropriate relationship with her female principal. She and her mother had pleaded for an audience with me, and it turned out, Oxana was a remarkably intelligent young lady who needed to graduate in good standing to receive the financial scholarships that would allow her to attend college.
Mikaela had to admit it was not Christian love and forgiveness that were the main motivations to meet with them. The disgraced principal, Clarissa Vanderhoff, was an old friend from high school and for one amazing summer before college, was her first and only lesbian experience. At the end of that summer, they both went to college, then moved on to successful careers in education, married, and had children. They rarely spoke after a passionate summer fling and only interacted at educational events.
The shock of the scandal brought back so many buried memories, and curiosity got the better of her. The need to hear the story of her old friend's downfall was honestly her main motivation for the meeting. She doubted the board, made up of members of the church that founded and housed the school, would ever agree to accept her, even if Mikaela, somehow, decided to endorse her.
The scheduled meeting had been disrupted by an unexpected semi-scandalous brawl between the parents of two of Mikaela's students, on school grounds, before class. When she tried to stop it, Mikaela got caught in the melee, took a blow to the head, and was sent sprawling in the wet grass and mud. The ruckus had thrown a wrench into her day, and she ended up postponing the meeting. The mother was then not able to attend, resulting in a one-on-one meeting with the young lady, Oxana Boykoff.
It was a perfect storm of adrenalin, memories, curiosity, and awakened desires. Twenty-four hours later, her life had been turned upside down. The moment she shook her hand and looked into Oxana's dark brown eyes and classically beautiful face, she understood how Clarissa could fall.
What she didn't understand then was how remarkably insightful and deviously cunning the young lady was. One of the concerns she had about her from her records was her age. Despite her stellar grades and remarkable test scores, she wondered, how had she not graduated by age twenty?
She later found out; it was due to her father's military deployments. She started kindergarten a year late and was held back in first grade after attending two different schools. After that, stellar grades followed.
Sitting in her car, holding the phone, she replayed the events of the preceding twenty-four hours, wondering if it all was part of some master plan of Oxana's, or if it had been improvised after Oxana observed Mikaela's own inappropriate behavior. In hindsight, it seemed pretty clear, Mikaela's thoughts and reaction to meeting and talking to Oxana were easily detected. After that, the stunningly gorgeous young lady used all the tools in her arsenal to entrap Mikaela.
As she looked back, she had given such obvious signs. Particularly shameful, was when she ridiculed Oxana for wearing an inappropriate dress to an interview at a Christian school. The true reason for the ridicule was the shame she felt in herself for her own lustful thoughts. Oxana looked genuinely hurt when she explained that her mother encouraged her to wear it since it was the nicest dress she had.
Mikaela's shame hit a new height when Oxana confessed that Principal Vanderhoff had bought it for her, along with several other far less appropriate outfits. But somehow, after hearing that, it seemed even harder not to ogle her as they talked. Seeing the way it highlighted her gorgeous shape, her eyes were drawn repeatedly back to the beauty of the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders, the gap of her cleavage, the subtle mole on her right breast, her flat tummy and shapely hips. She saw the indentation of her navel through the black mini-dress and imagined what it might look like exposed. She even recalled wondering what the other outfits might be like.
As she pondered whether or not to text Oxana with this new, secret phone number as Oxana had commanded, she recalled her biggest shame of all. The stress of the day, reliving of that wonderful summer with Clarissa, the rush of adrenalin from the brawl, and lascivious thoughts which haunted her all day, all culminated in an inexplicable weakness of character that ceded control to Oxana.
Mikaela closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head, pondering her situation. It all started with a simple email from Oxana's mom requesting consideration. That got Mikaela thinking of Clarissa and the long-dormant desires she invoked. Then the adrenalin rush of the fight and the awkward encounter with her assistant Taylor in the restroom, as Taylor helped her clean up. She could have sworn Taylor was flirting with her, but it made no sense. Taylor was newly and happily married, not to mention straight.
That was the first time in years, that she had those kinds of thoughts for a woman other than Clarissa. Her encounters with Taylor and Oxana released some darker demons in her mind, and both were completely off limits.
After hours of reviewing and filing incident reports and follow-up emails. She found herself alone in her office, in the deserted school, frustrated and lonely. Why she let herself watch the videos she found on Oxana's lost thumb drive, was unanswerable. Not to mention she was in her office, on her work computer, But once she started, she couldn't stop. Allowing any of that to happen was bad enough, but masturbating twice-- to three orgasms-- was absolutely inexcusable!
Although she could not possibly have predicted Oxana, or anyone else, hacking her security cameras and capturing the video, she had no one to blame but herself. The irony of being recorded engaging in sexual misconduct by the very cameras she put in place to protect against false allegations of misconduct was inescapable.
For a bit of double irony, she had all but forgotten the cameras were even there, and never even activated them for the meeting with Oxana, which was exactly the type of meeting she should have used them for.
Even as her mind struggled with fear, anger at herself and Oxana, the memory of how it felt to touch her and be touched by her made Mikaela's entire body tingle with butterflies.
The whole event in the bedroom, being naked and forced to look at herself in the mirror with such a stunningly gorgeous woman holding her, touching her and telling her how beautiful she was. It had been so long since she'd felt that wanted. When Oxana's fingers rubbed her through her panties, she lost all resistance, and understood completely how her old friend and secret lover had succumbed to her. Watching and feeling Oxana reach climax just from rubbing her ass against Oxana's crotch as they came together, was overwhelming.
She sat in the car, pussy gushing from the thought, and already soiling her new panties. But facing the reality of all of that having taken place in the bedroom of a student's mother, she tried to pull herself back to reality. A mother who trusted her to help build her daughter's future, and Headmaster Preston had drenched the bedspread and floor with her cum like an animal marking its territory.
The memory of Oxana's warmth, her words, and the intensity in her dark piercing eyes as she watched Mikaela in the mirror, and played her like a virtuoso playing an instrument, was too powerful to ignore. As she began to type the text, she told herself, 'I really don't have a choice. If I resist, my career and my reputation will be ruined...' She hit send.
Mikaela: This is my new number.
Her heart raced, and her whole body churned with nervous energy, fear and excitement jumbled in fog of confusion that clouded her ability to reason. Her heart skipped at the chime of an incoming text.
Oxana: In texts, you will call me mistress and you will be Plaything, understood?
Mikaela: Yes Mistress
Oxana: Are you still commando?
Mikaela: Yes Mistress
She lied, but Oxana would not know. Through it all her pussy heated with each exchange.
Oxana: Prove it. I need a pic
A moment of panic set in. Was Oxana following her and watching every move. "How did she know?" she asked aloud, before wondering if she was somehow listening. 'Did she get to my phone too?' she asked herself in her mind. Then she turned her personal cell off, with panic growing. The sudden dose of the reality of her situation was drawn back to the forefront. She did not want to send her a compromising picture. Not that it would be any worse than what she already had. She thought quickly, trying to divert her attention.
Mikaela: Please come to my house and let me show you in person.
A car pulled into the space in front of her.
