Unspoken Pleasure

Subinstockings: I should get to bed too. I also have school tomorrow.

Wanda87: How old are you?

Subinstockings: 18. You, Mistress Wanda?

Wanda87: 23

Subinstockings: Have a good night Mistress Wanda.

Wanda87: You too my slave.

Subinstockings: Slave? Thank you! Talk to you soon dear Mistress.

Wanda87: I hope so.

I logged out and went to bed with a big smile plastered on my face. Miss Morgan wanted me.

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FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7th: Cheerleader’s Retreat and Love?

The final day of the week was the most eventful. I wore a pair of green thigh highs. They didn’t remotely match my red and white outfit, but that was the point. Even Karen was surprised with my look. As we drove to school I told her about my night and read her my paper. Karen just shook her head (in a good way) and said, “You really are a complete lez slut.”

“I know,” I said, not the least bit ashamed.

Karen said, “Finger yourself, but don’t cum.”

I obeyed, lifting my skirt up so Karen could watch. I slid a finger in and out slowly as Karen said, “So next week we will both complete our seductions. You will be between Miss Morgan’s legs and your mother will be between mine.”

We arrived at school as my horniness simmered. Karen ordered me, “Now that you’re nice and wet, rub your pussy juice all over your mouth.”

“Yes, Mistress Karen,” I said and coated my lips with my own love juice.

Karen and I then went into school. Both Ashley and Sabrina seemed to notice my unique lip sauce but none of us said anything. They also noticed my green stockings against my red skirt. I realised something for the first time and was glad nobody said anything about Christmas trees.

I met with Eleanor and Sally and helped each of them with their transformation. I don’t know whether I did a really good job or my perceptions were changed because I was just so horny from my lack of an orgasm, but they each looked good enough to eat (yes, I do mean it that way). Both girls looked radiant in their new look and my pussy got a small tingle of pleasure from seeing their transformation. I complimented them both and learned that they both now had dates to next week’s dance. I was so happy for them!

The day flew by uneventfully until I met Karen before English class and she demanded, “Go into the bathroom and finger yourself until you’re soaking wet. Then take off your panties and generously coat your lips with your wetness.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I whispered, “Yes, Mistress Karen,” and headed to the bathroom. I did as instructed, beginning by removing my panties and sticking them in my purse. I then fingered myself to a feverish tease and stopped. I took my finger and coated my red lips with lots of juice.

Really horny, I then made myself as presentable as possible and arrived in class a couple of minutes late. Miss Morgan gave me a look but didn’t say anything as I walked up to her, my sweet scent no doubt wafting towards her as I handed her my paper. “Sorry Miss Morgan, I had to perform a task before getting to class.”

Miss Morgan smiled, showing no visible reaction to my shiny lips or my ambient aroma as she said, “Oh no problem Jenny, I am sure it was important.”

“Oh, it was, and I think you will really like my paper,” I responded and sat down in my seat.

Miss Morgan then informed us that today was a work period for our P&P (without zombies) essays due next week. She then began walking up and down the rows and assisting her students as requested. I used the time to work on my paper while I waited for Miss Morgan to get around to me.

Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked, “How is your essay coming along, Jenny?”

I answered in a soft voice, so only she could hear, “I’ve barely gotten any further than where I was when we last talked. I’ve been too busy pleasing my Mistress, actually both of my Mistresses.”

She stifled a gasp and asked in a whisper, “Jenny, what has gotten into you?”

I teased back, also whispering, “Toys, lots of toys.”

She went red again as she struggled to remain focused, “Jenny, don’t do this to me! Can I give you any assistance on your paper?”

I shrugged and said, “I think I’m ok.” I then stretched my stocking-covered legs out, leaving my shoes behind on the floor, to give my sexy teacher a close-up and unobstructed view of my legs and my perfectly manicured and painted toes.

Miss Morgan glanced around and decided our encounter looked appropriate from the rest of the classroom, so she permitted herself a lengthy look at my legs, before briefly resting a hand on my shoulder (appropriately) and giving it a little surreptitious squeeze (inappropriately, to my delight) before moving on to the next student. With only a few minutes left, Miss Morgan returned to her desk. She began reading something and I immediately knew it was my own paper from last night as her face went red and she looked up at me. I, of course, was already gazing at her so I gave her a long smile and made sure it was she who broke eye contact. Another student asked for help and Miss Morgan went to assist her. A few minutes later the bell rang and I got up to leave. As I was leaving, I walked up to her and grasped her hand warmly (but again appearing to anyone watching like this was no more than a handshake) while I gave the back of her hand a subtle caress with my thumb while I said, “Have a very good weekend, Miss Morgan,” before I turned and left the classroom.

I then met Karen and since today’s cheerleader workout would be after we arrived, we headed to the bus that would take us to our retreat. It was only an hour away, at a rental cabins place near a lake that’s closed this time of year. The bus ride turned out to be Gossip Central and I learned more fake news in that hour than I had during the past three years. The rumours about me were hilarious! Disturbing but hilarious. I learned that:

-I was being gangbanged regularly by the football team;

-I’d had an abortion last summer;

-I received such high marks because I was doing all the teachers, both men and women;

-I was a crystal meth addict (no, of course not a recovering one) and lastly;

-I had gotten onto the cheerleading squad by blackmailing Karen, although nobody appeared to know what kind of dirt about her I was threatening to expose.

Anyhow, we arrived at our destination and then were immediately subjected to a three-hour marathon workout. It was ridiculous! My whole body ached, even parts I hadn’t known could ache. We were then sent to our cabins… each cabin housing four girls. Not surprisingly, I was assigned to be with Karen, Sabrina and Ashley. As I entered the cabin it felt like butterflies of nervousness were fluttering throughout my entire body because I knew that any minute now Karen would reveal our secret. I was excited because I couldn’t wait to taste Ashley, but terrified of what Sabrina might do.