Note to the reader. Although this is a standalone story it is a chapter in a larger series of The Principal's Turn stories. I invite you to read them all starting with The Principals Turn.
The story documents the conversion of a married up and coming high school principal, to a submissive lesbian at the hands of a former student and newly hired substitute teacher. If this premise does not appeal to please move on to another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated.
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Maggie arrived at the RV door barely able to breath. It had been three weeks and six days since her last one on one encounter with Taisha Smith. Taisha is a substitute teacher, and, therefore a current employee as well as former student of Principal Maggie Turner.
Since her return from college. Maggie and her husband Sam took Taisha in and allowed her to stay in their motor home behind their house. They let her do so rent free until she could land a permanent teaching position and afford her own place.
Taisha had longed for Principal Maggie turner since high school. However, it was not until college that she understood the nature of her feelings when her sexuality fully blossomed.
Today was the culmination of years of fantasy and weeks of planning. She had seduced Maggie and pleasured her in several ways but had not allowed her to reciprocate. Now, after nearly four full weeks of anticipation and denying her of any sort of personal gratification, Taisha would allow her to have her way. With a little guidance of course.
Maggie stood there, hand trembling, unable to collect herself enough to reach for the door latch. It had taken all of her will to keep from masturbating since their last encounter. That didn't stop her from occasionally letting her fingers slide inside her warm wet pussy and tasting her own juices.
Since Taisha gave Maggie a taste by letting her suck Taisha's fingers after she touched herself, Maggie felt a growing obsession with tasting Taisha directly. The tangy sweet taste lingered in her mind ever since. Tasting herself brought that moment back to the forefront of her memory.
Taisha warned her the first taste would hook her, and she was right. Maggie could hardly think of anything else, and gladly endured three weeks and six days of taunting, flirting, and teasing for a chance at the real thing. Her own pussy felt warm and heavenly soft when she was fully wet. Trying to imagine what it would be like to feel her tongue separating Taisha's pussy lips as her flavor flooded her taste buds, had filled her mind for three weeks and six days.
Two weeks earlier, Sam had a poker night at a friend's house. Maggie knocked on the RV door and practically begged Taisha to get together and keep her promise of finally letting Maggie reciprocate. Taisha's response was disappointing but predictable.
"Principal Turner, I'm afraid we will need much more than a few short hours for you to pleasure me properly. And, I am quite sure you will have needs that must be addressed as well. It is best we wait until his weekend away. I promise our patience will be rewarded in due time."
Maggie cringed, yet again, at that phrase she'd grown to despise... "In due time."
Sensing her frustration, Taisha stepped out of the RV, placed her hands on Maggie's cheek, and kissed her slowly but passionately probing Maggie's mouth with her tongue. Maggie, flushed with tingling heat through her body and her pussy moistened, like a Pavlovian dog's saliva.
"Do you really want to rush my pet?" She asked still holding her face.
Maggie looked into her dark eyes and melted. Though her body screamed "Yes!", she succumbed to Taisha's wishes. "No, I guess not." She said, reluctantly.
When she called her "my pet" Maggie seemed to have no resistance. Somehow, Taisha had tapped into a subconscious need to surrender control with her. Maggie didn't fully understand it, but could only hypothesize, it had to do with being in charge all the time related to her career and, in many ways, at home.
She did know that she wanted to explore every inch of Taisha, slowly and thoroughly. Taisha had pleasured Maggie in so many ways, but never allowed Maggie to return the favor. Now all that mattered to Maggie was pleasuring Taisha.
"Thank you for your understanding Principal Turner. I think we both know it will be worth the wait. Don't you agree?" She said matter of factly.
Taisha wore a skintight white tank top, with no bra, allowing her dark nipples and areola, to peek through the stretched fabric. Maggie's eyes were drawn helplessly to them, causing Taisha to smile, without Maggie noticing. Taisha also wore the powder blue yoga with grey and black flowers, that Maggie loved. The seam down the middle of the back and the ruffled butterfly pattern formed by horizontal pleats in the ass, caused the fabric to pull into her ass crack highlighting her firm perfectly round buns.
Maggie's pussy ached as she thought of pulling her close, kissing her deeply and grabbing that ass. Without conscious thought, she whimpered, "Please Ms. Taisha."
When Maggie saw Taisha's face, she was suddenly washed with hope. It was an expression of surprised joy followed by a lustful lip bite. "Are you begging Principal Turner?"
Maggie needed relief, and that look turned her on even more. This time fully aware she replied. "Yes, please Ms. Taisha, let me taste your pussy!" she blurted trembling. "I want to please you so much..."
Taisha felt such a rush from her knees to abdomen, she too lost self-control for a moment, and reached for her. Then she remembered, Sam's penchant for showing up and ruining the moment, just as Maggie was dropping to her knees.
"Principal Turner, you are relentless. As sexy as it is, begging does not alter the plan I'm afraid. I will not be rushed." She gripped Maggie's arms and pulled her back up.
Even the way she referred to her as Principal Turner during intimate moments, excited her. Maggie didn't understand any of it. But Taisha, brought out such overwhelming desire in her, she could not bring herself to resist, or even want to resist. The previous two weeks, when Taisha called her Principal Turner at school, it excited her, like a teen girl sharing a sexy secret that only her best friend knew.
"I promise you the entire weekend from the moment he leaves, until the moment he returns. It will be your weekend to pleasure me however you wish, understood?" Taisha smiled.
Maggie, wanted to stomp her feet like child, and hated that Taisha, treating her like one, only made her want her more. Just a moment earlier, she was prepared to drop to her knees and beg, for Taisha's pussy.
"Please note, you may not masturbate before our weekend. You know that you can't lie to me, now. I will know and I would hate for you to cost us a day again..."
Maggie recalled their last weekend was cut short a day, when Maggie relieved herself in the shower with the pulsating handheld shower head, after Taisha banned her from self-gratification. Her mind had already turned to the thought of the magic shower head before Taisha so rudely cut that idea off again. Taisha was right. Maggie could not lie to her, she read her too well.
"Yes, Ms. Taisha, I promise." She said meekly.
Taisha, smiled a contented smile, knowing she had complete control and she would shortly take advantage of her little slut Lizzy, as her own source of release.
"Of course, you can use Sam as much as you like. It is not my intent to ever interfere with your marriage." She said wondering if in fact Sam's Poker night might actually be an encounter with Latiqua. Latiqua is a special friend she brought in to distract the letch from his desire for Taisha, and to keep from becoming a hindrance to her time with Maggie.
"And you have not masturbated, since our last encounter?" Taisha asked in her teacher voice.
"Ten orgasms in one day Ms. Taisha! I am only just recovered." Said Maggie, wide eyed.
