It had started out as an innocent crush, Katherine had been taken by Miss Atkin's poise and staid beauty. She was so skillful with the piano, running her pale, white fingers effortlessly over the keys; leaving Katherine in awe. Katherine had decided to major in piano, resulting in long hours of private instruction by Miss Atkin. Katherine hadn't deliberately set out to seduce her professor at first, but soon she was taking every opportunity to press her hip against Miss Atkin on the small piano bench or accidentally brushing their hands together as she played.
But the day she was late for rehearsal was the day her crush turned into desperate need. She had burst into the recital room, panting and sweating from running all the way from the dorm room. She had stammered out her excuses in vain to Miss Atkin, who sat imperiously on the piano bench. Then Miss Atkin scolded Katherine for her tardiness, her voice no louder than normal but it seemed to boom in Katherine's ears. She could feel the sweat soaking through her clothes as she shriveled in front of Miss Atkin's quiet anger, but mixed in the feeling of shame and discomfort was a rising current of lust which soon swept everything else aside. Katherine's pussy started to moisten as she wilted under Miss Atkin's ferocious gaze. As soon as Miss Atkin dismissed Katherine, she ran to the nearest washroom and masturbated shamelessly, replaying the scene in her mind.
From then on Katherine would only masturbate to thoughts of Miss Atkin. After each recital her fingers would play her pussy like they had the piano. She imagined Miss Atkin standing over her, instructing her how to masturbate in the same voice she had taught her how to play Beethoven.
'More firmly girl. Yes, yes, like that. Pay attention to the timing, no need to rush.... let it build naturally. Now bring your left hand in, just circle around the lips while your right hand drives it to the climax. Wait for it....., release.... good girl. Now again, practice makes perfect'
Katherine redoubled her efforts to ingratiate herself with Miss Atkin. She did everything possible to be the perfect student, melting inside when Miss Atkin praised her. But now and then she was naughty, nothing thrilled her like being scolded by Miss Atkin. With all her effort and practice, Katherine's skills at the piano flourished. She was soon part of the school band and competing in various competitions under the tutelage of Miss Atkin.
Miss Atkin's firmly polite manner never changed but Katherine knew she was making an impression. Miss Atkin no longer moved away when Katherine pressed her hips against her on the piano bench and Miss Atkin's fingers sometimes lingered on Katherine's wrist when she showed her how to move her fingers on the keys. She had finally agreed to call Katherine by her nickname, Kat... Katherine wished that one day Miss Atkin would call her Darling Pussy Kat.
Katherine was patient. She knew one false move could shatter everything. Miss Atkin was so prim and proper than any impropriety would make her recoil. As she waited, Katherine's mind began to construct more and more elaborate scenarios when she masturbated; she would be playing piano naked for Miss Atkin and then would be punished for each mistake with a ruler across her palms, she would be kneeling at Miss Atkin's feet licking her pussy as her calm voice instructed her how to please her professor, Miss Atkin made her suck the sweat off of each finger after a recital, Miss Atkin sat on her face as she demonstrated a piece of music.... the fantasies exploded over time becoming more and more focused on serving her Professor.
Finally, it happened. After one very successful competition result, Miss Atkin praised Katherine to the skies. Alone in the recital room, she stated Katherine was the best student she had ever had. But she cautioned, the next competition would be much tougher.... Katherine would have to be very motivated in order to have even a chance of winning. What would motivate Katherine enough she asked?
'A kiss from you, Miss' Katherine stammered out. Her heart stuck in her throat. She knew it was too abrupt, she was going to lose everything.
'I see, Kat. Very well, if you win I will reward you with a kiss. Now don't dally, you need to learn this new score I have picked out for the competition'
Katherine practiced hard and did her best but she didn't win. There were too many other talented girls doing their best, striving for perfection. Katherine was devastated, she had come so close... it was only going to be a kiss but she knew it would have lead to everything she had fantasised about, she had come so close to being Miss Atkin's pussy Kat.
She could barely drag herself to recital the next day, all her energy and spirit was gone and it showed in her play. The music was listless, staggering out of the keys and falling to the ground. The mechanics was still there, still perfect but the passion had fled.
Miss Atkin was not pleased. 'One loss and you crumple like a fan, Kat. You are still in first year, you did amazing. Follow your love for music and soon you will be winning those types of competitions like it was nothing at all. But it pains me to see you like this, so for all your hard work...'
Miss Atkin leaned forward slightly and pressed her lips to Katherine's. Katherine was so startled, not just at the kiss but the kind of kiss it was. She had only hoped for a staid press of the lips together, really expecting a quick peck on the cheeks or her forehead. But this kiss was as passionate as Miss Atkin's music, it was demanding. Miss Atkins moist tongue press between Katherine's lips and dominated her mouth. Katherine could barely breathe, not to mention think. But all those fantasies drove her forward, she raised her hands to grab Miss Atkin's breasts but Miss Atkin's hands caught them and forced them behind Katherine's back.
Katherine was in a dream, her body on fire. Under Miss Atkin's complete control, she surrendered completely to the tongue filling her mouth. Rocking back and forth she tried so hard to stimulate her pussy. Too soon the kiss was over, Miss Atkin relinquished control of Katherine's mouth and leaned back. She still held Katherine's hands behind her back, still controlling her body effortlessly. Katherine stared up at Miss Atkin, panting, saliva everywhere around her mouth.
'Perhaps, that will rekindle your fire, Kat. Now always remember you are my student. I will feed that fire inside you with kisses, my Kat but it would be wrong to do more. Keep your hands to yourself and play like I know you can and I will reward you after each session.'
'Now go to the washroom and freshen up. I will allow you five minutes and then we will begin rehearsing. And Kat, remember to wash your hands well before you return'
Katherine scurried to the washroom and wasted no time. She jumped into a stall and rammed her hands down her pants, not bothering to remove them. Her pussy needed stimulation now while her mind still burned with the memory of Miss Atkin's tongue. She hoped no one was around to hear her barely stifled moans as she released all her passion, soaking her hands and panties with her pussy juice. She forced herself to stop after two orgasms, she had to get back to Miss Atkin before she got angry.
As she washed her hands in the sink, Miss Atkin's words replayed in her mind. Miss Atkin couldn't know what she had been doing after every recital, could she? There was no way such a prim and proper Professor would know her student was masturbating in the washroom, thinking of being dominated by her. Right, she was definitely just over thinking it.
When Katherine returned to the recital room, Miss Atkin was sitting on the piano bench like nothing had happened. Katherine gingerly sat beside her, hoping Miss Atkin couldn't smell her soaked panties. Then they practiced, just like normal. Katherine's head was spinning too much to play perfectly but the passion was back in her music as her heart sang of hopes for the future. Sure, Miss Atkin had stopped at kissing for now but soon Katherine knew she would have her face covered in Miss Atkin's wonderful pussy juice.
Too soon the practice time was over.
'Very good, Kat. I knew that passion was inside you. Now as for your reward, sit on your hands Kat. We don't want those naughty hands to do things they aren't supposed to'
