Hello readers! I wanted to do a few stories with Tabitha from The Wicked Witch. Just some adventures she has that I thought you all would enjoy. It may not be for everyone, for those who don't care for girl on girl with domination I'm sure there are other stories that will suit you. All characters are above the age of eighteen.
For my muse.
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Tabitha: Teacher's pets
Ok I know this is wrong, well I was told it's wrong, so why does it feel right? I'm rambling and I apologize for that, hello my name is Tabitha. You might remember me from The Wicked Witch. This is a little tale about my first time with a girl or girls I should say. I hope you all like it.
About myself, I'm a twenty two year old feisty female with long black hair and brown eyes. I like to shape my eye makeup to make them look sorta catlike. I'm five, five and one hundred ten pounds. With C-cup breasts and a bubble butt. Athletic body type that I keep in shape with yoga. Just an average gal trying to live an average life.
Oh and I'm Wiccan! That's not the icing on the cake either, I like girls!
It started In College, I just found girls more appealing. They were easier to approach and talk to. Boys were basically stupid, with no hope for improvement.
Confession time.
In the college showers, I watched the other girls. Ok! There I said it. Please don't think badly of me. I was mostly comparing the variety of body types to mine. I watched as perfumed effervescence, excited nipples and caused goosebumps as it caressed the beautiful skin. I would sneak peeks to see if they were groomed, shaved or hairy. I shave because I think it looks clean. Then there's feet with dainty toes, cute ankles and perfect arches to fit in heels. Then the beautiful breasts, big or small with hardened nubs at the peaks. Sculpted tapered tummies or little muffin tops. Capping it all off with bubbles for buts and stems that led to heaven, holding everything up.
I was in the closet! I was never drawn to masculinity but I was reeled in by femininity. So I suppose I would be considered a lipstick lesbian. Now I have caught a few girls, in my time sneaking peeks at me. I can't tell you how much it turned me on. I sometimes would purposely put on more soap and lather up the bubbles or linger a while longer under the water's spray so they could get an eyeful. They probably did what I normally did. As soon as I could I would use those visions while I masterbated. I would also fantasize about being in the grips of a woman who was beautiful and dominant. She would groom me to be her pet. To be seduced by her pouting lips always saying the right things as she whispered in my ear. She would explore my body, with her experienced fingers showing me the way to ecstasy multiple times.
I sound like a cheap porn shoot, sorry! Porn is my ultimate aphrodisiac and it's at our fingertips ladies! Pardon the pun, even you gentlemen will agree that lesbian porn is hot! Or two girls and a guy? Am I right? That could have been too much to process right now. Let me just get this one last thing off my chest please.
I have to tell someone. I somehow think I made this happen. Wishing so hard that it would. Being a witch I have willed things to happen before.
I, umm, well....first....I'm wet. Sitting here in class. The last class of the day, with very wet panties. Our teacher, Ms. Jennings has paired off the class at random, my partner just happened to be the prettiest girl in the school. Yeah, Bree is the typical stereotype; she's the pretty blond, the captain of the cheerleaders. Smart and hot was a wicked combination!
While sitting next to me, pretending to focus on the assignment, Bree's warm hand quickly found my bare leg and was slowly stroking the inside of my thigh. Hidden by our desks her delicate touch was having an effect on me. She would flash smiles at me that said don't attempt to stop my hands. With each slow seductive stroke she would get closer to my wet panties. Even me thinking about removing her hand was met with a scowl that reinforced that stopping her would be a bad idea.
I shivered involuntarily, then blushed when I noticed I could see my nipples tent the shirt I wore. Great, I just happened to wear my thin lingerie today. My arousal showed anyone who bothered to look. I felt the tiny patch of cloth and string at my crotch wet more, glad I wore my longest mini skirt.
"Spread your legs!" The demand was delivered in a whisper.
Without thought my legs parted. Her tiny nimble finger located the hood of my clit outside my panties. She rubbed it with her perfectly polished nail. I just sat there as her fingers were feeling where the wetness originated from. As a cold sweat beaded up on my brow. I tried to hide my look of shock and horniness from the rest of the class. I quickly scanned the room to see if anyone was watching. When my scan of the room stopped, I noticed that Ms. Jennings was staring right at me.
Her gaze quickly dropped downwards then rose to meet my eyes again. A sinister smile was forming on her beautiful face. I knew then she could see what Bree was doing. I flooded my channel, wetting my panties even more. At that moment two of Bree's fingers slid under my panties, slowly parting my well lubricated lips and entered me. My flower opened and the invaders found the way to my G-spot.
She manipulated me, edging me slowly with the teacher watching my violation with interest.
Bree had me on the brink and I was about cum when she suddenly stopped. A glance at the clock told me the bell would ring soon. I tried to calm myself down as Bree told me I was to spend the weekend at her house. It wasn't an invitation, more of an order. I nodded in compliance as the bell started to ring. Ms. Jennings asked me to stay so we could talk about the paper I turned in. So I sat and watched all the girls look at me as they poured out into the hall. I knew I was busted, with the room empty Ms. Jennings stood, walked to the windowless door and pulled it shut.
"I think you know why I asked that you stay after, don't you Tabitha?" The evil smile returned to her face as I blushed and hung my head. "Your silence speaks volumes. Would you mind standing in front of your desk, bend slightly and grab the sides please?"
I did as instructed quickly as possible, the rush of air cooled my panties making me aware of how wet I was. Assuming the position she asked, made my back dip down and my ass rise. The secretions from my kitty we're running down the insides of my thighs. I was still fairly heated from Bree's assault and my heart rate only quickened as she stood out of my sight.
Chills ran up both my legs and I trembled involuntarily. The sound of heels told me she was getting close. I felt my skirt rise over my ass but as I turned my head to see, her hand grabbed my hair and made me face down. The swat from her yardstick, across my bare ass made a thunderous crack. The sound made me wince more than the pain. I trembled again after it landed. Another followed, this one leaving a sting that made me wet my pussy again. I know she could see everything through the wet material of my G-string. There was a pause before I felt her hook fingers onto the sides of my panties and pull them down my legs. I could feel how wet they were all the way down. I trembled again under her dominance. Her skilled fingers entered me easily, I was dripping. A few twists and flicks and I was humping back onto her hand. Expertly she brought me to the cusp, then she asked what Bree had said before class was dismissed.
I told her with a bit of a whimper that Bree wanted me to stay the weekend. The last few words were more like shouts with her fingers keeping me on the edge. Her free hand slapped my healthy ass, making me moan in its wake. I thrust forward the feeble attempt at escape from her punishment. Her maniacal laugh filled the air. I found myself desperately wanting to cum. I could hear myself moaning like a whore as her long fingers worked my sex into frenzy.
The hand that swatted me, had a firm grip on my chin. She turned my face to the side, while her hand opened my mouth. Her bee stung lips were wet and full. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see teeth and tongue. Her lips themselves could hypnotize, they would draw you in, then form the perfect suction. Leaving her tongue free to explore, she cranked the dial to fire with her kiss making me see stars. The combination of her eager tongue and experienced fingers triggered my first eye crossed orgasm. Her kiss was so aggressive yet so passionate they made me want more. Suddenly she stopped.
"Count on seeing me at Bree's this weekend. I will continue this punishment then. A few things, first, my pets wear stockings and garter-belts. Second, they are waxed bare, no exceptions. Fall to your knees, spread your knees and put your heels under your butt, then lock your hands behind your back." She barked.
I did as asked as she made minor adjustments to my pose. She pinched my nipples until they were hard as diamonds.
"In this position you will learn to be a proper slave. You may call me Mistress Jennings." Her voice, seductive but dominant. She grabbed my phone and entered my number into her phone. Telling me that she expected that when she called, I would answer.
"Yes Mistress Jennings." I managed to say.
Good, my pet! I will see you then." She tossed me my phone, took my panties and just breezed out of the room leaving me to recover from my orgasm. Still in shock I made myself presentable then rushed to the restroom to clean myself. All I could smell was my sex. In the bathroom mirror I looked flushed, frightened and excited and I was. I trembled again with the wicked thoughts I was having.
I arrived home with my head swimming. Yes it was my fantasy but now I was scared and confused. I even considered telling Bree I was sick and I couldn't come. That wouldn't work because she did just see me in class and she knew I was fine. I told myself that I had to go, I needed the class credit, besides I did not want Ms. Jennings just showing up at my house. Something told me if I didn't go I would end up regretting it. Being a witch I have learned to trust my instincts.
I called the salon and booked an appointment an hour from now, which gave me time to do some shopping. The beauty of lingerie is so enticing with the ability to be revealing and concealing at the same time. I bought four garters and six sets of stockings along with a few more panties. I bought one set in particular that was matched and extremely sexy looking. I believed I had what I needed. Waxing is another pain we women go through in our beautification rituals.
I can see why some prefer wax over razors. No cuts and takes longer to grow back. The strange thrill I had while wax was applied, quickly faded when it was ripped away. This process repeated until the technician announced I was done.
Back at home I packed my small overnight bag with enough to last the weekend. I wrote my mom a note telling her what was going on and to call if she needed to. I sighed heavily and began my journey to Bree's house.
Bree lived in a posh part of town, both of her parents had great paying jobs. Her house had to be three times as big as my place. The French oak doors with oval etched glass were beautiful. I'd never been to a house this nice, let alone inside. The fancy doorbell's tune was' Für Elise' by Beethoven, ours was an annoying buzz.
A stunning blonde that answered the door was hands down the best looking woman I've ever seen.
