Teaching a Domme

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!

Author's Note: While this story was put into the 'Lesbian Sex' category for continuity with previous chapters, there is enough BDSM content that it might be better categorized there. Even though the BDSM content is prevalent, it is not heavy, consisting of light spanking and some bondage. If that is an issue for you, please consider skipping this one.

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Erica's heart skipped a beat. Her mother, Elizabeth Peters, had interrupted their secret session in Ashleigh Jensen's classroom with a phone call. Had her mother found out about her and her teacher's relationship? She had expected it and even planned on telling her at some point, but this was too soon. The eighteen-year-old was very aware of Ms. Jensen's past as her mother's willing submissive, but that was years ago.

Maybe this wasn't about her illicit sexual liaisons with her French teacher. Maybe this was about the tutoring sessions. That had to be it. Erica calmed herself and looked at the scene around her.

The other three women were all looking at her, waiting for some reaction. Her teacher and Olivia, her petite classmate, still sat naked on the floor with their backs against the end of the teacher's wooden desk. Connie, her other classmate, stood nearby, fully clothed but still flushed from her time with their teacher.

"Did she say anything about why she wanted to see us?" Erica asked the blonde teacher.

"N..no. Just that she wanted to see us now."

"Now?"

Ashleigh nodded.

"Well, get dressed, you two," the raven-haired teen directed. "And, Connie, please get some wipes and make sure this place doesn't smell like sex, please."

"Oui, mon Capitaine," the blonde teen said in a horrible French accent. She clicked her heels together and gave the weakest salute that could still be considered a salute.

Ms. Jensen stood up and helped Olivia to her feet, as well.

"There are some in that cabinet," she indicated a large metal storage locker. "Where's my bra?"

The two submissive women were clothed again a couple of minutes later. As they were preparing to leave, Connie grabbed Ashleigh's hand, pulling the young teacher to face her.

"Look," she started almost nervously. "This was...you were...I don't know..." She stopped and took a breath. "Thank you. It was incredible. You were incredible."

Ms. Jensen smiled.

"Don't thank me. Thank Erica. I'm hers."

"That's right," Erica beamed while trying to play it cool. "And if you want any of this again," she grabbed the teacher's ass and squeezed, "then you are going to be very nice to me."

Ms. Jensen jumped, and Connie snickered at the brunette's display, disguised as a joke.

"Isn't that right, my pretty little teacher slut?" Erica kept up.

With her head tilted toward the floor, yet holding back a grin, Ashleigh responded, "Yes, Mistress."

The other girls giggled as they split off.

"Let us know that you're still alive after you talk to your mum," Connie called back.

"We should drive separately," Ashleigh suggested.

"Okay, but we enter together, alright?"

"Together," Ms. Jensen confirmed.

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Several minutes later, both vehicles were pulling into the long driveway leading to a classic English villa. The pair, student and teacher, Mistress and slave, took each other's hands and walked up the path to the front door.

As they walked up the stairs, however, Ms. Jensen's phone buzzed. It was a text from Ms. Peters.

LIZ> Side entrance. You know the one.

Ashleigh swallowed before relaying the message.

"She wants us to come in the west side entrance."

They both knew where that led. Directly into the play area. The secret rooms that Mistress Liz used for her personal conquests. Where Ashleigh had spent countless hours being trained to be Liz's perfect sex toy.

Erica sighed, but turned around and took a step down before realizing that Ashleigh wasn't moving. The brunette turned back with concern and looked at the woman who had given herself over to the dominant teen. The teacher was frozen, her face a mask of fear.

"I don't know," Ms. Jensen started to say. "I don't want to go in there."

Erica went back and wrapped her arms around the blonde. Ashleigh was trembling.

"What did my mother do to you?"

The teacher stepped back, putting a little space between them.

"Nothing I didn't ask for. Nothing I didn't need," Ashleigh replied. "You don't understand. I'm not afraid of what she will do to me. I'm afraid of what I will do. I...still have feelings for her."

"What are you telling me?" Erica looked stricken.

"I don't know. I just...I don't know." Ashleigh's eyes filled with tears, and she looked at Erica, pleading that the teen understand. "You are everything to me, now. My Mistress. I belong to you. But I belonged to her first. I know who I am and have embraced it because your mother coaxed it out of me. In a lot of ways, you have me now because of her. If I go in there with her, I..."

The teacher's voice trailed off. She looked lost, confused, and frightened. Anger welled up in the teen. That her mother still held such power over Ashleigh, even after all this time, triggered something inside her. She grabbed the teacher's hand, perhaps a little more tightly than she intended.

"Come on. Let's get this over with," Erica said through clenched teeth.

The two marched around to the side entrance, down the stairs, and into the small antechamber where Ashleigh had stripped and knelt not long after Mistress Liz had reemerged into her life. The same scene had played out so many times years ago that the young teacher's muscle memory had the impulse to disrobe immediately on entry. If not for the sure grip of her new Mistress, she probably would have.

A buzz sounded above the inner door, and Erica pushed it open. Ashleigh made a little whimper. Her brunette Mistress glanced back, squeezing her hand briefly to reassure her as the two entered the larger room.

Sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs near the center was Elizabeth Peters, sipping red wine from a nearly empty glass. There was an awkward silence as mother and daughter stared each other down. Finally, Liz smirked and spoke.

"At least you didn't try to pretend there wasn't something going on between you two." Her eyes darted to where the two younger women still held hands.

Out of instinct, Ms. Jensen tried to let go, but Erica didn't and wouldn't let her escape.

"Tell me, whore, how long did it take you to seduce her?" Ms. Peters accused.

"I never intended..." Ashleigh started, but Erica spoke right on top of her.

"What did you call me?"

Liz laughed cruelly at the two both assuming she was insulting them. She looked pointedly at Ms. Jensen.

"You are the slut," she clarified, "and she is the whore." The woman's gaze swiveled back to her daughter. "Isn't that right...Ruby?"

Ashleigh gasped at Liz's use of Erica's camgirl pseudonym. Erica just stood there, her face a mask of barely contained rage. When the teen seemed unable to respond, her mother continued.

"I know how it sounds, but I assure you, I am not trying to insult either of you. I am merely stating the truth. Okay, maybe I was trying to provoke you a little, but that is not why I asked you both here."

"You've been spying on me," the teen hissed. "What I do with my time and my body is none of your business! In case you haven't noticed, I'm an adult now."

"And still in my house. What you do in my house is absolutely my business," Liz shot back, then held up a hand in a placating gesture. "Calm down, my whore of a daughter, I'm not going to get in the way of your..." She waggled her hand dismissively. "...livelihood."

"Stop calling me that," Erica seethed.

"What? Whore?" her mother returned. "But that's what you are. You sell your body for sex. That makes you a whore. Stop getting bent out of shape about a label. Embrace it. You don't see your little pet having a problem with being called a 'slut' because she knows what she is. Isn't that right, slave?"

The blonde teacher looked at her feet and answered, "Yes, Mist...Ms. Peters. I'm...a slut."

"She's even getting wet right now at having to admit that out loud," the older woman continued.

Ashleigh winced because it was true. Her fear and the degrading language were combining to tickle her submissive desires.

"You have no idea what I do and don't do. I have never had sex with someone for money," the teen countered.

Her mother's eyebrows rose as she looked back skeptically.

"Don't lie to me! Oh, you might not have had sex directly with someone who paid you, but I know you have had sex for money," Liz replied, then paused briefly. "Because I paid for it."

Erica looked horrified. "Now you are just being delusional!"

"Oh? I remember a certain Smirnoff42 paying a hundred pounds for you to fuck your little teacher slave while all your viewers watched."

Her mother was Smirnoff42? That was one of her regulars. Erica put a hand to her stomach as it felt like it was going to flip.

"It was quite the show," her mother continued. "Well worth every penny."

"Why are you doing this?" Ashleigh asked, thoroughly confused.

Liz turned to look at her, and the woman's face softened. When she answered, her voice was gentle. "Because, despite my reputation for being a bitch, well earned, I might add, I still care for you, Ashleigh." She looked back at her daughter. "And the careless disregard for you that I witnessed last night is inexcusable. Erica, what were you thinking? One little blip of the technology at the wrong time, and her face would be all over the telly by now, and certainly fired at the very least."

Erica already felt guilty about that, and hearing her mother chastise her for it felt like a blow to the gut.

"I...I...I wasn't thinking," she admitted, unable to defend her actions. The anger that had been building quickly shifted to shame.

"Yes, you were," Liz shot back, "just not with your head. You wanted to show off your conquest. You wanted to parade her in front of the world to feed your ego. It was all about you!"

Erica's eyes were unfocused, and her shoulders slumped. "I'm...I'm sorry."

Ms. Peters stood, watching her daughter as if she were waiting for something.

"You don't deserve her," the older woman said after several seconds of silence. There was no venom in her words, only disappointment. "Ashleigh, present," Mistress Liz commanded while pointing at the floor in front of her.

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked at the younger woman next to her, searching for some sign of defiance. Erica wouldn't look at her.

While continuing to search her face, Ashleigh loosened her grip on the teen's hand. There was no resistance. Their fingers slipped apart, and the blonde stepped to where Ms. Peters had indicated. A single tear was quickly wiped away as she went to her knees, spread her legs, and stuck out her chest while looking straight ahead.

Even fully dressed, this position made her feel exposed. It had been part of her training as Mistress Liz's sex slave, and Ashleigh teetered on the brink of falling back into that mindset. She had loved being Liz's toy. The woman had taught the then-exploring college student about who she was and the true happiness that came with living her authentic submissive self, regardless of what society said. Not so long ago, she would have gladly given herself to Mistress Liz again.

Now, however, her thoughts were scattered. Even as she tried to focus on the woman in front of her, Ashleigh kept seeing Erica's face. Yes, their brief affair had been hot and passionate, feeding both of their kinks, but there was also something more. Something the young teacher had never felt with Liz. Submitting to one of her students was by far the riskiest and, possibly, stupidest thing the young teacher had ever done, but she didn't regret it even if Erica had been reckless.

Ashleigh wanted to turn around and crawl back to the woman who held her heart, but confusion and conditioning held her glued in place. In a small act of defiance, Ms. Jensen looked over her shoulder, and the two lovers' eyes found each other. Erica's gaze conveyed apology and pain. Another tear escaped, and Ashleigh turned back, hoping Erica had not seen it.

Ericahadseen it, and it broke her heart. She whirled around, heading for the exit. Her mother was right; she didn't deserve that amazing woman. Ashleigh would be better off if Erica just left. Yet the emptiness she felt stopped her from opening the door. Without really thinking about the consequences, she turned back.

"You're right, I don't deserve her," Erica said to her mother. "She is the most amazing person I have ever known, and I failed her. I screwed up." The teen took a step back toward the kneeling woman, now looking down at the floor. "Ashleigh, I'm sorry. If you never want to talk to me again, I would understand, but I'm not going to just give you up. Please give me another chance to show you that I can be a good Mistress."

Ashleigh's heart leapt, and she started to turn.

"Don't move, slut!" Liz barked.

The blonde froze, her body complying without even considering otherwise.

"She doesn't have the luxury of letting you ruin her life with your selfishness," the older woman continued. "Ashleigh is a true submissive and would take you back in an instant. The person you have to prove yourself to is me."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Erica replied, exasperated.

"How were you planning to show Ashleigh?" Liz countered.

"I..." The teen didn't really have an answer to that.

"That's what I thought. You were just spitting platitudes, knowing she would forgive you. Well, I'm not so easy. I'm going to give you some tasks and you are going to carry them out, to the letter." Liz pointed her finger at her daughter for emphasis. "You will not touch her or talk to her as her Mistress until I am satisfied. Do you understand?"

Anger and defiance, once again, bubbled up from deep inside the raven-haired teen. Just as she was about to tell her mother to go to hell, she looked down at the woman at the center of her desires and emotions. Swallowing her pride, Erica responded.

"Fine."

"What was that? You mumbled."

"I said, 'fine!' I'll do whatever you need me to do." Erica relented.

"It's not what I need; it's what you need. It's what Ashleigh needs to trust you again," Liz insisted.

The teen took a deep breath before pushing on. "What do you want me to do?"

"Better," Liz said, softening her tone. "First, you need to experience what it is like to be in her position. You need to submit completely."

Erica's eyes shot open. "Mom, I'm not going to let you...do things to me!"

"Not with me!" Her mother halted that insinuation immediately. "And not with Ashleigh. She wouldn't be able to fully commit. Find some other person who would actually run you through your paces. I can provide a couple of names if you're willing to pay."

The teen seemed momentarily disgusted with that idea. The thought of hiring someone to have rough sex with her seemed wrong. Images popped into her head that changed that disgust into arousal, however. The problem was that, in those images, she was still seeing herself in the dominant role.

Then a memory surfaced of Connie having her way with Ms. Jensen earlier in the day. Erica placed herself in Ashleigh's spot, and it felt like it might be doable, even pleasurable.

"I...I think I know someone who would do that," the teen said.

The older woman looked surprised, but shrugged.

"Alright, but there is one more condition. I need to see it. I want to know that you got the full experience."

"The full experience?" Erica asked apprehensively.

"The pain, the pleasure, the vulnerability, everything."

"I can't do that in front of you."

"Sure you can," Liz replied, then put her hand on top of Ashleigh's bowed head. "You fucked your little pet right in front of me."

"That was on a stream."

"If that's how you want it, I can accept it. I'm sure your horny viewers would love that!"

They most certainly would, Erica commented to herself.

"Okay," she answered.

"Excellent. Now, run along, sweetie. I will see this little morsel out when I'm done with her."

Done with her? Again, Erica barely held herself in check as a new wave of anger, jealousy, and pain swept through her, thinking about her mother with her...with Ms. Jensen. Was her mothertryingto piss her off? Instead of exploding, Erica was that much more determined to do whatever it took to get Ashleigh back. She gritted her teeth and turned back to the door.

After the door closed behind the retreating teen, a bit louder than necessary, Liz fell back into the large padded chair with a huge sigh.

"That girl is going to be the death of me," she groaned.

The sudden change of personality left Ashleigh feeling awkward.

"Mistress?" she ventured.

Liz smiled down at her knowingly.

"Hmm, I bet having to sit there like that while your two mistresses argued has you all warm and gooey. Am I right?"

The blonde hadn't really thought about it, but now that Mistress Liz said it, the young teacher noticed just how wet she was down there. After her training with the woman in front of her, it had become a conditioned response. One of many. Her arousal was automatic when taking this position designed to put her into a submissive posture and present her body to whomever might be around.

"Y..yes, M..Mistress," Ashleigh agreed haltingly, her cheeks reddening.

"And I suppose you would like me to relieve some of that tension?" the brunette said while sweeping a few blonde strands out of the younger woman's eyes.

The teacher was even more ashamed of herself, but answered truthfully. "Yes, Mistress."

There was silence as Liz's fingers lovingly stroked her jaw line. In the older woman's eyes, Ashleigh saw longing and, possibly, regret?

"Take off your panties and turn around," the Mistress ordered.

Without standing up, the blonde reached under her skirt and removed the damp garment. She got a whiff of her own scent and knew they were soaked. She was about to toss them away when Liz stopped her.

"Hand those to me."

The teacher did so, then finished turning around to face away.

"My, my," Liz exclaimed, "youareall hot and bothered!"

The tip of a shiny black stiletto started making its way up Ashleigh's inner thigh.

"Scoot back and lift up your skirt," the brunette ordered. Ashleigh complied immediately. "Good girl."

"Oooohhhh," the blonde moaned as the hard shoe connected with her lower lips and clit.

She twerked slowly, letting the sensation and the slutty image she was presenting flood her brain with submissive pleasure.

Ashleigh's breathing became a series of halting gasps and groans within a minute. The hard tip swept up, splitting her slick labia and nuzzling into her hole. Ashleigh pushed back, feeling herself getting stretched open even if it didn't penetrate very deeply.

"That's it. Fuck yourself on my shoe. You've always been such a good sex slave."

The younger woman whimpered as she trembled in pleasure from the woman's words. She felt like she was cheating on Erica, but she couldn't help herself. Mistress Liz would always have a piece of her heart and unresisting command of her body.

Ashleigh tried to impale herself with every thrust, but her small opening just wouldn't allow it. Her climax began to rise from deep inside her belly. Liz recognized the new intensity.

"Remember the rules, slut."

"Y..yesss, ma'am...aaahhhh...must have...nnnnmmm...permission," Ashleigh managed.

"That's right. Fucktoys don't get to decide when they cum. And what are you, Ashleigh?"