Student Services Ch 06

I had received an e-mail from Ms. Thorne summoning me her office. I noted that the meeting was set to occur on Thursday afternoon, the same time that Emily had told me she usually summoned Ashley and I wondered if it was coincidence. I couldn't help but be nervous as I approached the big oak door and knocked. I tried to keep it confident and forceful but my hand still trembled slightly as I twisted the knob and pushed the heavy door open.

"Ms. Thorne, you asked to see me?" I said in a voice that I was glad didn't crack with nervous tension.

"Yes Mr. Walters. Take a seat." She replied without looking away from the laptop she was working at.

I noticed that the original paired leather armchairs that had been there before were pushed against the wall and instead there was a simple straight backed, armless chair set directly across from her desk. I sat as instructed, wiggling slightly in the hard seat as I tried to figure out what to do with my arms. She ignored me completely and I finally settled with my hands in my lap as my back strained to keep my posture upright against the rigid chair.

After a few minutes she closed the laptop and turned her cold blue eyes on me. She clasped her hands and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the leather desk blotter. I noticed that her hair was done in the usual bun at the back of her head, but a few stray locks had fallen out to brush her shoulders. Her eyes bored into me from behind dark lashes and perfectly applied eyeliner and shadow. The moment stretched on forever and I couldn't help but squirm under her predatory gaze. What had I done?

"I understand that you had an interaction with another member of our organization recently?" She asked in a clipped tone.

I hesitated, how did she find out? My mind raced as I remembered what had happened when George had brought Farah over last weekend. I couldn't think of anything that we had done wrong or was against the rules.

"Yes, George and Farah came over to my place. She and Lilly had sex, just like they had done the first night we were at your house."

She rose up from her chair, her hands pushing herself up off of her desk like a bird of prey launching itself off of a branch. I couldn't help but notice how incredible she looked. Her jacket was hung on a hook in the corner, so she was wearing a dark blue silk shirt that was undone just one button beyond professional. She had a necklace with a glittering pendant that hung just above the cleavage that peeked out from the open neck of her blouse, drawing the eye whether I wanted to or not. She strode around from behind her desk and moved in front of where I sat. She leaned back, her strong mature ass resting on the edge of the polished wood. She was wearing a dark skirt that was hemmed a couple of inches above her knee and some calf high leather boots with heels. Everything about her screamed sophisticated with more than a hint of sultry, but she also seemed to dare you to say anything about it.

She crossed her arms and looked down her nose at me. I craned my neck up to meet her imperious gaze, my back pressing uncomfortably against the rigid back of the chair while I pushed with my legs to keep from slipping off of the seat. Shit, I hadn't felt this awkward since the seventh grade.

"Mr. Walters." She said disdainfully. "The other members of our group have their, 'limitations' if I may use that term. While this is not the social circle I would choose to associate with, especially given the circumstances, but it is these circumstances that bring us together."

I could see her gleaming nails flickering as they flexed against the dark material of her blouse. The smell of her perfume wafted into my nose, sharp but musky and I couldn't help myself as my dick began to stiffen in my pants. I squirmed in my seat again, trying to hide the bulge of my now semi rigid cock. Wait a minute, 'other members'? Limitations?

"I'm sorry Ms. Thorne, did I do something wrong?" I asked quietly, looking up at her like a boy caught climbing on the counter reaching for the cookie jar.

"Miss Khomeni has significant psychological issues, issues that result in limitations regarding her 'use'. You have been made well aware of these issues and the restrictions that they impose on anyone who choses to interact with her." She snapped angrily, her cold blue eyes suddenly alight with a fire I had never seen before.

"But, but we didn't...I mean neither of us touched her." I stammered, flinching back and raising my hands protectively despite the fact that she hadn't moved a muscle.

She snorted in disgust. "No, you didn't. But what you did do came very close to crossing that line and what Mr. Jefferson did most definitely did."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, shit fuck! Banging Lilly from behind while she and Farah were in their 69 had been such at turn on that I didn't even think about what could happen if anyone found out. Sure, I hadn't touched Farah, but I knew full well what her issues were with men and my cock had been barely inches from her face. Combine that with what George did to her by smearing his cum on her face and I can't blame her for running to Ms. Thorne or at least telling one of the other girls.

"This arrangement that you have become a part of has existed for years and to the benefit of many members of the staff here. Your reckless and juvenile behavior is exactly the kind of unnecessary risk that could put everything in jeopardy." She continued, her voice like a whip against my ears. "I expected something like this from Mr. Jefferson, the man is barely literate. I also expected more from you."

"I, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be that bad." I stammered. "I made sure never to touch her or attempt to force myself on her in any way. I didn't feel comfortable stopping George, he has been doing this longer than I have and.."

"Mr. Jefferson has been dealt with, do not try to use his behavior to absolve yourself of guilt. I expected much better of you Mr. Walters." She snapped.

Wait a minute, that was the third time she had complimented me, kind of. Stating that I was better than the other members of the group, that she expected more from me for some reason. Hell, George was a bigoted idiot, Sarah was a crude bull dyke and Chuck was a fat slob. All of them were so far out of her league that it was laughable that she would associate with them at all.

I looked up at her again, trying to ignore my racing heart and the sweat that beaded on my forehead. She was standing there like a queen, no, an Amazonian empress lording over a pathetic man who had failed her. Her arms were crossed but I could see how her chest rose and fell with her breath, maybe that button had been left undone on purpose. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor, but her legs were spread a little wider than necessary causing her skirt rode up the outside of her thighs as a result. Her eyes were still cold fire, but her lips were parted and glistening. Shit, she was horny.

I dropped my chin like a shamed schoolboy. "I'm sorry Ms. Thorne. I didn't think it would be a problem, I thought I was following the rules."

She snorted in response. "You men, always thinking with your cocks instead of your brains. Once one gets hard the other gets soft." She opened a decorative wooden box on her desk and pulled out a collar and short leash. I recognized it, it was Ashely's collar.

"Do you know what this means?" She asked in a lecturing tone as she ran her thumb along the smooth leather of the collar in her hand.

"It means that the who wears it belongs to her handler." I answered confidently.

"Wrong!" she snapped and I yelped in surprise and pain. She had picked up a wooden ruler and smacked me hard on the top of the head. Instinctively I surged up from the chair but froze when the end of the ruler pressed firmly against my throat. "Sit down, Mr. Walters."

I held her gaze for a moment, grinding my teeth in the face of her aloof superior expression. She looked down her nose at me, dismissively like a schoolteacher disciplining an unruly child. Who the fuck did she think she was? Then I looked down and saw the button of her blouse straining against her heaving breasts. Her expression may be calm and composed, but inside I was sure she was barely holding it together. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the ruler in a steady hand but I was sure I could hear her tendons creaking. I sat back in my chair, adopting a deflated look as my gaze slid away from her like a cowed dog.

"Sorry Ms. Thorne." I said quietly.

"Good, you can be taught." She replied as the ruler began to tap a steady rhythm against her thigh. "Like so many men, you only see women as things to possess. You think this collar gives you power over them, don't you?"

I nodded, not trusting my temper to get me in trouble again.

"When you put this collar on your charge, you are not taking control, she is giving it to you. Whether they understood it at the time, they accepted this collar willingly."

I thought back to that first evening at her house. Lilly had not been happy about it, but she had not fought me over it either. She had even pulled her hair out of the way to let me buckle it around her neck. Now, she almost looked forward to having it put on and held her head up proudly whenever I had that short leash in her hand. I nodded in agreement, and she gave a small smile of approval at my insight.

"This collar is a symbol of the charge's willing submission to the handler. The leash is the symbol of that control, which is formally passed from one handler to the other ensuring the charge understands exactly who has the authority over them. That is why they are so important and why I insist on their use as part of our arrangement." She continued as she placed the leash and collar on her desk.

"We didn't use them on Lilly or Farah that night? I thought that they were just for when we came to your house." I said and she nodded sternly in response.

"Correct. While Lilly appears to accept her position with you, Ms. Khomeni is not as comfortable in the charge of Mr. Jefferson. The collar is what confirms that arrangement for her, it is her excuse for having to submit to him even subconsciously."

"And when she was at my place, she wasn't there willingly. She didn't agree to it." I replied, the light going on in my head.

"Correct again. She may have agreed to the liaison with Ms. Chang, that was her choice. She did not agree to what happened after."

I nodded, looking up apologetically at the woman who loomed over me. "I didn't know."

The ruler smacked my head again and I fought the impulse to yell out in anger. "Paragraph 3 on page 5 of the orientation package you were given that first night clearly states the rules regarding use of leashes and collars for the 'Student Services' organization. I can only assume that you failed to read it." All pretense of patient instruction was gone, the disappointed dominatrix was back in force. Of course I had read it, but I was still in a thrall over what I had just participated in. The small head had still been in charge I guess.

"I'm sorry, I screwed up." I cried, flinching away as I anticipated another blow.

"Ignorance is not an excuse, especially for someone who has claimed responsibility for one of my girls." She growled, surprisingly sounding genuinely angry.

"What can I do? How can I apologize?" I whined. I won't deny it, I whined like a beaten dog cowering before its abuser.

"Mr. Jefferson has already been dealt with, in a way that is appropriate to his particular circumstances." She said as she leaned back against the desk. "For you, I believe a more direct lesson is required." My eyes widened as she picked up Ashely's collar and began to unfasten the buckle.

She looked at me waiting patiently for my response as I stared back at her, my mind racing. Seriously, she wanted to collar me like a slave?

An unspoken conversation passed between us. I knew that I could stand up and walk out of here right now, but I would also be walking out of the 'Student Services' club. Emily had already told me about how easily I could be eliminated, and that was just what she had come up with. The local cops were under this crazy bitch's thumb, and I had no idea who else she had connections with. She was at no risk here, it was all on me. I let out the breath I had been holding and lifted my chin.

"Very good Mr. Walters. I am glad that the 'big brain' can still function sometimes." She said, like she had expected this all along. I stiffened as I felt the cool leather wrap around my neck and shuddered as she tightened the buckle. The collar was small and fit very tightly even on the last latch. When it was secure she stepped back and looked me up and down, her hand idly toying with the short leash that was now secured to my neck.

"Take off your pants."

I started to rise then felt a sharp smack on my head again from the now familiar long wooden ruler. "I said take off your pants, not to stand up. Can't you even get that right?"

"Sorry, sorry Ms. Thorne." I stammered as I struggled to undo my belt and slide my pants down while remaining seated on the chair. I grunted in pain as my zipper rubbed against the tip of my cock and heard a quiet snort of laughter at my predicament. Soon I was sitting on the chair, naked from the waist down and my now rigid cock standing at attention between my legs. I still had my shirt and tie on and somehow this made me feel more vulnerable, an awkward reminder that I was not the one in charge here.

I sat uncomfortably on the rigid straight backed chair, trying not to squirm as this frigid bitch ran her cold blue eyes over me like she was assessing a cut of meat. I couldn't help but flinch as the ruler touched my bare thigh, but instead of a strike she slowly slid the cool wood up my leg. I held my breath as the edge nudged against the base of my cock, but then she leaned forward to press the ruler against my stiff prick. For fucks sake, she was measuring it. If that wasn't humiliating enough, she let out a small huff of disappointment as she stood up a scowl of disappointment on her face.

"Grab the seat of the chair, Mr. Walters." She told me. I looked up at her confused for a moment, and the delay earned me another sharp slap with the ruler.

"Alright, alright! There, I'm grabbing it." I yelped as my hands took a death grip on the hard wooden seat.

"Good, I am glad that you can eventually be taught to simple instructions. Now hold on." She said with a small smile, then she put her hand in my chest and pushed me over backwards. I let out a yelp of surprise, then a grunt as the chair thumped into the thick carpeted floor. I lay there stunned, not from the fall but from my struggle to grasp the situation I was in. How had I gone from a guy who was worshipped by a hot teen sex kitten and had just had a threesome with her and her hot friend to being flat on my back with my pants off on the floor at the mercy of this crazy bitch?

"Well, if you are going to have your mouth hanging open, you may as well put it to use." I heard her say, then my eyes widened as she moved to straddle my head and hiked her skirt up. I saw that she was not wearing underwear as she quickly settled her pussy on my face. I instinctively reached up to grasp her thighs, but a sharp slap from the ruler to the back of my hand made me quickly return them to clutching the seat.

"Just your tongue, Mr. Walters." She said in a bored tone and, no shit, pulled out her phone and started scrolling.

Obediently I licked and nibbled away, nuzzling her pussy lips with my nose as my tongue worked its way in and out of her. I could feel her getting wet, but that was the only indication that I was doing anything at all. She remained silent and unmoving as a sphynx while I licked and sucked like a monster, desperate to earn any form of recognition for my efforts.

After a few minutes she gave a grunt and lifted her pussy off of my face. "Oh well, it looks Ms. Mitchell position is still secure for now. You can let go of the chair now."

I looked up at her as she leaned over and took her weight on her elbows, her tits hanging tantalizingly just above my face. I felt her feet settle on the seat of the chair beside my hips, then with a quick push she shoved the chair out from under me.

"Nnnnggggggg" I grunted as the ladder back of the chair dragged along my spine and my heels hit the floor with a thud. I glared up at her with gritted teeth, biting back the words that came to mind. She just stared down at me with half lidded eyes and a satisfied smirk as she idly toyed with the short leash attached to the pink collar around my throat.

"Do you want to stop, Mr. Mitchell?" she asked politely? "You are a willing participant in this, subjugated by your own will. Do you want to leave?"

Fucking right I wanted to leave, right after I throw you against the wall, but I couldn't. I had too much to loose and I knew exactly what would happen if I walked out that door without permission. I couldn't help it, she held all of the cards. I couldn't accept the consequences of telling her to fuck off and screw herself, whatever that may be. Instead I shook my head, "No, Ms. Thorne."

I grunted as she gave the leash a sharp jerk, the edge of the collar digging into my neck. "Mistress Thorne if you please."

"Yes, Mistress Thorne. I am sorry mistress; it won't happen again." I stammered, hoping that the flash of anger I saw in her eyes would subside. I breathed a sigh of relief when the familiar cold dead look returned, accompanied by a not too subtle snort of contempt.

"Good boy, now stay still and shut up. You don't need that mouth anymore, don't make me take it away from you."

I swallowed nervously as I felt her pussy hovering over my prick, which was still surprisingly hard. I gritted my teeth, suppressing a moan as she slid herself down on me and settled into position. She kept herself slightly elevated while still holding the leash in one hand and idly playing with my chest with the other. "Get to work, unless you need further instruction on what to do."

I thrust my hips up, shoving my cock into her and causing her to bounce up slightly. I held it there for a moment the lowered myself down to the thick carpet before repeating the movement. I continued the up and down rhythm for as long as I could, my abs and hips burning with the exertion. She ignored me completely, gazing around the room like she was considering re-decorating and deciding on a paint scheme. I kept going as long as I could, desperately trying to get some reaction out of her for my efforts.

"Tired already? I guess I should have expected this from a man used to having women do all of the work." She said in a disappointed voice, looking down at my flushed and panting face. She settled herself down on my cock and started grinding her pussy back and forth. I gasped, both in relief and pleasure as she worked her pussy muscles like a porn star while she ground her hips. Unbelievably, her upper body was still motionless and her face as expressionless as before.

I lay there, embarrassed and defeated. I had come in here off of a threesome high and this bitch had reduced me to a sex toy. It wasn't just the collar and submission, it was her entire attitude of indifference. Nothing I did made an impact on that cold marble exterior, except when I fucked up. The only thing that got a reaction was my failure and even then it was less anger and more disappointment which hurt even more.

I felt her cum, her pussy spasmed on my cock, her breath came in short rapid bursts from her nose, her jaw clenched, and her fingers dug into my chest through my shirt. Other than that, nothing, no moaning, whimpering, nothing. I don't know if I was surprised or relieved but she held her position for a moment then climbed off of me rising to her feet and adjusting her skirt. I lay there, my cock still hard, unsatisfied and glistening from her pussy juice.