The Community Ch 07

The next morning when I woke Ms Adams pulled me into the shower and washed me. She did tell me her overnight guests get the full treatment.

I stood in the shower, Ms Adams naked as well. watching her breasts jiggle as she scrubbed me from head to toe. She rinsed me and dried me with a towel. While she was drying my legs she motioned to my cock and raised an eyebrow.

"You did say 'full treatment' Ms Adams."

"You are a very needy young man, Dam Davies."

"That I am. Thankfully I have someone close by with a compulsion to satisfy."

She giggled and took my cock into her mouth. She must've needed to get to work because it felt a little rushed, but I didn't mind.

She worked her mouth quickly and dutifully up and down my shaft.

She jerked the base of my shaft as my cum spewed on her tongue, she gave me a wink, finished getting ready and left.

I remembered that Ms Adams had a note for me which was left with my clothes. It was a time and place in two days time to meet with Principal Waite. I had purchased something special for the occasion and couldn't wait.

At breakfast Pastor Tim invited my dad and I to go fishing. I was hesitant but couldn't think of a way to refuse.

At one point my hesitance was proven justified when I found myself alone with Pastor Tim at one end of the boat.

"You seem to have made quite a name for yourself, Sam."

"Honestly, Pastor, I think it's a bit overblown."

"I'm not sure about that. You have made quite an impression."

"I've enjoyed my time here."

"Sam, I am worried about my wife."

"I would imagine so, Pastor."

He gave me a look that I could not interpret.

"What do you think I should do about her."

"Seems pretty simple to me. Set her free."

I could see by the look on his face he didn't appreciate my advice.

"I don't mean completely, Pastor. I think she feels trapped and she worried about you."

"Why would she worry about me do you think?"

"She's worried how the community will view you with an unsatisfied wife."

"Is my wife unsatisfied, Sam?*

"Of course she is, Sir. She feels trapped and she's despondent. She needs some freedom and most of all your support. Then I expect she will be back to her old self."

"Is it that simple, Sam."

"Sure it is, Pastor. If you can't defend her or yourself to the community then let her have her freedom away from prying eyes and tell the community to mind their own business."

He fell silent, mulling my words.

"What do you think of our community?"

"I think you've created quite the Nirvana but it has it's flaws."

"Such as?"

"If a woman serves a man then the primary focus of that man should be the woman's fulfillment, well being and pleasure. You say I've made an impression and maybe that's why. I've enjoyed being served but I try to find the best way to serve them as well."

"Ms Adams certainly seems like a new woman."

"I expect you'll soon find my mother a little different as well."

"And Mrs Benoit can't stop singing your praises," he said.

"And that brings us back full circle to your wife, Pastor."

He sighed heavily.

"You think you can help her?"

"Only with your blessing, Sir, and your support. But with those, I think before long you will have your wife back and the community will have her back as well."

I wasn't sure which way this was going to go.

"Your wife is suffocating, Pastor. Let her breathe, man."

"Very well, Sam. I will talk with her later. There is a seat on the community council opening soon and I'd like to nominate you for it."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You're incredibly insightful for one so young and if this community is going to survive, we need to understand today's youth. Who better to help guide us."

I wondered what the status would mean for me here.

"Whatever you need of me, Sir."

He held out his hand and I shook it.

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The next morning Mrs Benoit knocked on my door. She wore a tight short blue dress.

"Come in, Mrs Benoit."

"Madeline."

"Yes, yes. What panties have you selected for me this morning, Mrs Benoit?"

Mrs Benoit lifted her dress, teasingly hesitating for a few seconds just before lifting her hemline enough for me to see her panty less white muff.

I loved her silver white hair in both places. I find it extremely sensual.

But as sexy as Mrs Benoit was, I was already thinking about Principal Waite and how she might be dressed. I tried to get my mind back on the lady at hand.

I took her by the hand and sat on the sofa. She was standing facing me. I guided my hands up her legs, under her dress and cupped her large ass cheeks.

I looked up and didn't think she was wearing a bra either. She was smiling down on me.

"Naughty naughty, Mrs Benoit."

"I was hoping you would appreciate the gesture."

"Hmm, If you really want my appreciation, I'm afraid you'll have to go the rest of the day without any."

She smiled.

"Who's naughty now?"

"My brain is always thinking of such things."

"What else does your brain think about," she replied?

I grabbed the bag I was bringing to see Principal Waite and ruffled through it. I pulled out a black leather paddle.

"If you are truly interested in that answer then lay across my lap and I'll be happy to show you."

"Is that an order," she asked.

I took a moment to think of my response. I hadn't planned on doing this now.

"I would call it a choice, Mrs Benoit. You have a choice to what degree you are willing to serve me."

"I don't like that word 'willing', how about 'eager' instead?"

I smiled.

"You are 'eager' to serve me in all ways and at any time?"

She laid across my lap. Her dress riding up over her ass cheeks on its own.

"I am," she whispered through jagged breaths.

I glided the paddle over her ass and down her legs. She was anxious, of that I was certain, and I wanted her to remain that way for a bit.

I paddled Mrs Benoit's ass but not violently so. I was thinking more of a confirmation, rather than a punishment level spanking.

Mrs Benoit was panting now, her ass red and my cock hard. Our relationship was changed and as much as I was eager to explore more, I also didn't wish to rush.

I told her to get into my lap and she moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock.

"I love your cock, I love your cock," she repeated over and over as her orgasms began.

She fucked me and fucked me, moaning and then moaning more, cumming over and over. Saying my name, how much she loves my cock and how she will do anything I say.

My cock swelled along with my ego as the feeling of authority flowed through me. She bellowed as I shot my cum inside her.

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The following morning Ms Adams was in front of me. I was kissing her neck and fondling her large breasts, her legs spread wide.

When Mrs Benoit stepped into the room I moved my feet to the inside of her legs holding then open and kept a firm grip on her breasts. I could feel Ms Adams stiffen.

"Mrs Benoit, welcome!"

Mrs Benoit stood before us and slowly pulled the straps on her dress over her shoulders. Her dress was tight and remained firmly on her.

"What is she doing here?" Ms Adams hissed.

"Excellent question. What are you doing here, Mrs Benoit?"

"I came to be of service."

"But today is Ms Adams day."

She looked directly at Ms Adams.

"I came to be of service to Ms Adams."

Ms Adams turned to me.

"This is your doing."

I chuckled.

"She is here to help you cum, Ms Adams."

"No!" she replied.

I admit I expected that response, initially anyway.

I nodded to Mrs Benoit and she pulled her dress down, first exposing her breasts as she had no bra. I was elated to see her already erect nipples, she then pushed the dress to the floor.

I didn't want to scare Ms Adams too much and had told Mrs Benoit to wear sexy panties and she didn't disappoint. They were white lace and high on her hips and fit her physique perfectly.

She walked to us and kneeled between Ms Adams legs. Ms Adams fought to break free but I held her in place.

"You needn't fight. She won't do anything without your consent."

"Then she won't be doing anything."

My cock was hard. I liked that she was putting up a fight.

"Then she can watch. You won't try to deny me that pleasure I assume?" I asked her.

"I don't have much of a choice in that, now do I?"

I moved my right hand down to her pussy. It was wet so there was some hope. I teased the outside of her lips while also stroking her erect nipple.

Her breathing staggered when I entered her with two fingers, then pulling them out while spreading her folds. I continued the motion plunging my fingers in a little further each time then pulling them up and circling her clit.

I whispered in Ms Adams ear.

"I suspect you will give in eventually, Ms Adams."

She grunted and moaned at the same time. I concentrated my attention on her clit, lightly circling and circling then up down and up and down.

She squirmed as she prepared to orgasm. I removed my hand and brought it to her other nipple, stroking and circling both gently.

Ms Adams huffed in frustration.

"I can do this all day, Ms Adams."

"You're a spiteful little man, Sam Davies."

I laughed.

"I want her tongue between your legs, Ms Adams."

"Why her?" she huffed.

"Because she affects you so."

She let out an angry cry.

I moved my hand back to her still wet pussy and worked it similar to before.

As her breathing changed and her body once again showed signs of a pending release.

"Do I need to stop again?" I whispered.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

"Then give me what I want."

"It's never enough."

"And it never will be, Ms Adams. I will push you and push more. I will make you quiver and I'll make you scream. I'm going to stop now."

"Don't stop!"

"Then ask Mrs Benoit to lick your delicious pussy."

She hesitated so I removed my hand.

"Wait! Wait!" she huffed.

"Lick my pussy, Madeline."

"Not very polite, Ms Adams."

"You are a fucker, Sam Davies."

"I'm waiting, Ms Adams."

"Please, Madeline."

I nodded to Mrs Benoit and she plunged her tongue into Ms Adams effectively fucking her with her long tongue as my hand went back to her clit.

Ms Adams began thrashing about a bit as her orgasm was once again summoned. Her frustrations were evident in her pronounced moans. I smiled as Ms Adams body went rigid.

"Cum in Mrs Benoit's mouth, Ms Adams,"

I squeezed Ms Adams nipples hard as she screamed out and orgasmed all over a giggling Mrs Benoit's face.

Before Ms Adams left she asked.

"Any other way I may be of service this morning, Master Sam?"

"Not today, Ms Adams, but you are welcome to help me with Mrs Benoit tomorrow morning."

"Is that an order, Sir?"

"No. It is a request, but I would expect to see more of Mrs Benoit on your designated days. Should we expect you tomorrow?"

She looked to me then to Mrs Benoit.

"Time will tell I suppose, Master."

She gave me a (I have no doubt) sarcastic curtsey and left.

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I had to drive to a house a few miles away. I pulled into the driveway of a beautiful large house.

I walked through the open door, taking in the grandness of it.

"Mr Davies!"

I turn to see Principal Waite.

She is perfection itself. Her hair in a tight bun with gold rimmed glasses on the edge of her nose.

She is wearing a black leather vest barely containing her breasts that seem intent on escaping their confines, a matching leather mini skirt, and long matching high heeled boots that go to her thighs. She was holding a stronger looking ruler.

"Principal Waite, good afternoon."

"Don't good afternoon me, Sam Davies. As always you are late. Do you think I have nothing better to do then to wait for you?"

"I really have no idea what other things you have to do, now do I, Principal.*

"I see your attitude hasn't changed.*

"I fear I'm a slow learner, Principal."

"That much is obvious. What is in that bag you have with you?"

"You know what they say about curiosity, Principal Waite."

"I will take my chances."

I smile.

"There are a few things I think you might like."

"Show me."

I reach in and pull out a collar on a chain, conveniently also black.

"You think I'd want to wear that?" she asked.

"This particular one is not for your wearing.*

I see a slight turn up of her mouth indicating her approval.

"Do you have anything else in there for me?"

"Eager are we, Principal Waite?"

Her eyes narrow and her mouth goes firm.

"I see you are in need of more discipline. Show me what else you brought me and keep your disrespectful comments to yourself."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I pull out black hand restraints.

"Seems to me someone is eager for their discipline today," she says as her faint smile returns.

She strutted to me. The sound of her heels hitting the floor echoing off the walls.

"Take off your shirt," she commanded.

She took the collar and clasped it around my neck.

She walked behind me and secured my hands behind my back.

She moved back to the front of me, holding the chain. Rubbing the ruler up and down my chest.

"Unzip my boots."

She pulled me down to my knees using the chain.

I used my tongue to get the zipper between my teeth and pulled it down to her ankle.

She stepped out of one boot putting her foot against my chest.

"You are a dirty boy. Aren't you, Mr Davies?"

"That I am, Ma'am.*

"Suck my toe, Dirty Boy."

I put my head down as she positioned her foot and took her big toe into my mouth. I sucked her toe like it was the most delectable thing I have ever tasted.

I looked up as she placed her foot back on the floor.

"The other boot now, Dirty Boy."

I pulled the zipper of the other boot down as I did the first.

"Kiss my feet, Dirty Boy."

I did as commanded as she traced the ruler over my back.

"Now up my legs."

I moved my lips up her calf.

She wacked my shoulder with her ruler.

"Not so fast, Dirty boy. Take your time."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I worked my way slower up her calf, then switched to the other leg, repeating the process.

Once I got to her inner thigh I started sucking her flesh. She seemed to enjoy it, judging from her light moans.

I worked my way up, the aroma of her delicious pussy now filling my nostrils.

I switched to the other leg. Repeating the process.

She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor when I reached her crotch. She had black lace panties on.

She pulled the side of the panties aside exposing her wet pussy.

"This is what you really want to kiss, isn't it, Dirty Boy?"

"indeed I do, Ma'am."

"Well I haven't got all day."

She squealed as I buried my tongue inside her. She grabbed my hair, pulling me deeper.

I pulled my tongue out working her pussy slowly and tenderly.

"Do you have to be so fucking good at this?" she hissed.

I couldn't help the smile as I concentrated on letting her moans and subtle movements guide my tongue.

Once I thought she was ready I concentrated on her clit. Stroking it in circles counter clockwise.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she murmured.

I started sucking her clit just like I did her toe earlier and that sent her over the edge.

She grabbed my hair more forcefully and moaned loudly, repeating "you dirty boy" over and over.

I sunk down on the floor tired from the experience. My hands still clasped behind me.

Once Principal Waite recovered she unhooked my restraints and collar. I stood and walked around stretching a bit.

"You going to make it?" she mused.

I laughed.

"I imagine I'll be asking you that soon enough."

"You have plans for me I take it?"

"Today we find out just how depraved Principal Waite really is."

"Oh really!"

"Yes, now why don't you give me a tour of this lovely house."

She held our her hand. I grabbed my duffle bag and threw it over my shoulder and put my hand in hers.

I didn't really care about the house. I mean it is stunning but I was looking for a venue for my plans.

I let the her lead me around the home. I spent most of the time looking at her, still in her panties, vest and boots. She was intoxicating.

"Is that a garden?" I asked.

"Yes, there's a covered patio and a garden with paths for walking."

"Shall we?"

"You want to parade me outside dressed like this?"

"It seems private enough."

"It is, but still a bit unsettling."

"Ah, I see the problem."

I walked to a table and put the bag down. I rummaged through it pulling out another collar with s chain, this one pink.

"I have my own, I see."

I walk to her securing the collar around her neck.

"Let's check our that garden now?"

I grabbed the bag and led her outside, leaving the bag on a patio table.

I enjoyed her discomfort as I walked her through the garden paths. Being outside dressed as she was had an obvious effect on her.

"Do you have an affinity for shrubbery?" she asked.

I pull her to me by the chain.

"Take your panties off."

She looked around nervously and pulled her panties down.

"Now put them in your mouth."

She did as commanded.

"That ought to help you to remember. When you are in this collar, speak when spoken to or when you are in your throes. Nod if you understand."

Principal waite nodded in the affirmative and casted her eyes downward.

I smiled at her understanding.

I led her back to the table on the patio. I lifted her up seating her on the edge.

I pulled out two vibrating nipple stimulators and placed one on each of her nipples, tightening enough for them to remain in place and giving the principal a little discomfort. She inhaled deeply as I turned them on.

"Have you ever worn something like these, Principal?"

"No, these types of things are not encouraged in the community," she said through already slightly ragged breaths.

"Not encouraged? That is unfortunate for you I think."

I pull out the ropes I had in my duffel bag and gently push the principal on her back.

First I tie her leg, wrapping the rope around her calf and thigh. I do the same to the other, leaving her legs spread wide for me.

I look down at her very wet pussy at the edge of the table and smile.

Next I bind her hands and secure them using the table and finish with securing her legs similarly so she can no longer move.

I set my camera to record and placed it to record her upper half, from her breasts to her tied hands.

I also removed her panties from her mouth. I went back and forth on that decision, but in the end I realized I liked hearing her talk when she's excited.

Next I retrieved a clitoris stimulator. And so we began.

"Oh.....oh......oh......fuck.......oh.....oh.....Sam.."

Principal waite continued moaning in this vain for some time as her second orgasm of the day broke through.

I took my pants off as she panted. My cock hard and ready. The breast stimulators were still going.

"Enjoying yourself, Principal?"

"Fuck me, Sam. Please!"

"Already? No. I don't know if your depraved enough yet, Principal."

I reapplied the clitoris stimulator and watched her tense and unsuccessfully try to break free of her binds.

"Fuck, Sam Davies....fuck... fuck...oh fuck..."

"Another orgasm coming, Principal?"

"Fuck me, Sam! Please! Please! I'll give you anything. Please."

I watched her have her third orgasm. Pulling on her binds and screaming now instead of moaning. Her body alternating between tense and going slack.

She looked like she was getting tired as she tried to recover.

I removed the breast stimulators and the binds, pulling her up to sit on the edge of the table.

I removed her glasses and unclipped her hair, letting it fall down freely. I went to the phone repositioning it to record us.

"What I want is a kiss," I told her.