Unspoken Pleasure

“Well, what can I say?” Megan mused, looking at me again, “Your mother is very hot and it would be handy not to have to play this babysitting charade every time I want to have you over here.”

“Whatever you decide, Mistress,” I deferred, like a good little submissive.

“Done,” Megan decided, “When you bring Amy Wyatt over here, dressed in a cheerleader’s outfit, wearing the same red thigh highs you two dykes are wearing, then and only then Karen, will you be allowed a taste of my nectar and the pleasures that only your Mistress can bring.”

“Thank you, Mistress Megan,” Karen replied and promised, “I will have that MILF over here submitting to you very soon.”

“Good,” Megan said, and then changed tack, “Jenny, come and eat your Mistress, I am fucking dying for an orgasm.”

“Yes, Mistress Megan, happily!” I said and quickly jumped off the bed, fell to my knees and began pleasuring my mistress. Trying to replicate what Mistress Megan had done to me, I focused on her clit, taking it into my mouth. I put pressure on it as I slid a finger into her wet hole. I added a second finger and began pumping them in and out. As her moans got louder, I pushed my face hard against her clit and pubic bone and furiously finger-fucked her. I felt her hand quivering on the back of my head as she pulled me in deeper. Seconds later her legs tightened around my head and a flood of her cum sprayed onto my face! It was so intense I felt like I was drowning in her love juice! I drank down as much of her deliciousness as I could, not wanting to ever leave her pleasure shrine!

When her orgasm subsided, she lifted me up and kissed me once again. She broke the kiss and said, rather humorously, “Fuck, do I taste good.”

I laughed as I agreed, “There’s no better taste in the world!”

As Megan got up and grabbed a robe, she said jokingly, “I should bottle it.”

“You’d make millions,” I joked back.

We were both laughing as Karen sat there, still bound and frustrated. Megan asked, “So Jenny, do you think our Karen deserves an orgasm?”

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Megan smiled, “You’re too nice.”

I shrugged. “Karen has been awfully nice to me for the past three days.”

Megan moved to Karen and pulled the toy out from underneath her, cranked it up to top speed and, without warning, slid it inside Karen’s pussy. Megan cried out loudly, “Cum, my slut,” and Karen instantly screamed and in less than ten seconds released the mammoth orgasm that had been building up inside her all through the past hour and a half of live porn along with gentle but insistent buzzing.

Megan then invited me, leaving the busy toy inside her slave (although she had turned it back down to low), “Let’s go downstairs and get a drink.”

“But what about Karen?” I worried.

“We’ll untie her in a bit. Let her stew up here for a while longer; I’m still not very happy with her disobedience and dishonesty,” she said, taking my hand and escorting her ‘good’ slave graciously out of her bedroom.

We spent the next half hour downstairs talking about everything, including Miss Morgan. As I told her the story of the past two days in Miss Morgan’s class, Megan listened intently. She then asked, “Do you want to seduce this woman?”

I thought about it for only a couple of seconds before realizing I had no doubt about it and answered, “Yes, Mistress, I do.”

“Well, then do it,” Megan said, “But remember that the seduction of someone in such a vulnerable occupation needs to be done extremely carefully and discretely at every stage. She is a teacher, you are a student. Even if she wants you, which she likely does, she has to worry about her job.”

“I understand.”

“So each day should build on the other; each tease going further than the other; each tease revealing more, yet never so obvious that anyone else can notice,” Megan advised me, “except Karen, of course.”

“OK,” I said.

Megan then offered, walking over to her computer, “Let’s do some research on her.” I followed her over and waited as she logged on. I was in awe as within seconds Megan had found all her private information, even including her IP address. She then said, “She is online right now. Let’s see what websites she’s been on since Monday and which one she’s on right now.” A couple quick clicks of Megan’s mouse and she said, “Well, well, well.”

I leaned forward and asked, “What?”

“Do you really want to pry into what your teacher looks up in the privacy of her own home?”

I thought about it briefly; this was clearly a violation of Miss Morgan’s privacy; so while the old me had morals and would have said no, the new me had far looser morals and clearly would say yes.

But I knew the best answer. “Mistress Megan, a few days ago someone I considered a trusted friend violated my privacy most egregiously, and I’m so very grateful that she did; so yes, let’s do it!” I responded.

“You’re a devious little dyke, aren’t you,” Megan teased.

I smiled devilishly, “Isn’t that the way you like me, Mistress?”

Megan shook her head and said, “That I do, my egregious little slave. Now come take a look at this.” I leaned forward and Megan shared, “Like you, Miss Morgan is a regular reader of Literotica. She reads mostly lesbian stories, although she also does searches using the words ‘domination’, ‘submission’, ‘humiliation’ and interestingly, ’18-year-old’. But yesterday and today she’s been hunting down stories to read using a new filter.”

When she didn’t continue, I asked, “And what filter is that?”

“Wait for it… Teacher submission,” Megan responded, “Clearly you have been successfully turning on your teacher, my little dyke, and you definitely have her attention.”

My pussy began to heat up again as I realized the influence I’d been having on my hot teacher.

“Look at the stories she’s been reading today: “The Only True Teacher/Student Story” by Notabutch, “The Pet Teacher” -Couture, “Hot For Teacher” -watchdawg and “The Laura Effect” by krr1957. Fuck, my little dyke, she’s been reading stories non-stop for a couple of hours now, and I’ll bet you anything that she’s been imagining you and herself as the stars of each one of them!”

“Cool,” I said.

Megan looked at me and said, “Well, this seduction should be easy, my slut. But remember she has a reputation to protect, so do it with class.”

“Yes, Mistress Megan,” I said.

“Should we go and untie Karen?” Megan asked, standing up from the computer.

“Probably, she must be going fucking crazy by now,” I said.

“Good, that should teach her a lesson.”

“Agreed,” I responded.

I followed Megan up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Karen was sweating, again near the brink of bliss, but hovering. The look on her face pleaded for help, for permission to cum so I asked, “Mistress Megan, may I get your slut off?”

“You think she deserves another orgasm?” she asked me.

“Yes. I think she’s learned her lesson, haven’t you, slut?” I asked, playing a far more dominant role than I’d ever played, although compared to these other two Mistresses here I was just dipping my toe.

Karen surprised both me and Megan as she replied desperately, “Yes, Mistress Jenny and Mistress Megan, this has been a harsh but fair lesson and I will never disobey again.”

Juice began to trickle down my leg at being called “Mistress” as I waited almost half a minute for Megan’s instructions.

She finally said, “Go fuck the bitch.”