Teaching a Domme

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

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Ashleigh Jensen rushed out of Elizabeth Peters' house and across the yard to the entrance of Erica's apartment over the garage. Even in her haste, she managed to close a couple of buttons on her blouse. The manicured grass sank with every step as the last of the day's light peeked over the trees surrounding the mansion. None of this registered with the young teacher. Her mind was filled with a need to hold the trembling woman she had been watching on the large-screen TV moments before.

At the door of the apartment, she hesitated. What did she think her student Mistress really needed? Comforting? Not likely. It was just sex. Intense, bound sex, but still just sex.

Even so, the young teacher had the overwhelming desire to comfort her, to hug her close. When the blonde got to the door, it was locked. She slammed the side of her fist against it and called out.

"Erica, please let me in!"

Seconds passed without any indication of life on the other side.

Ashleigh knocked again, harder.

"Come ON!" she screamed.

Finally, the door opened, and Constance stood there, blocking her path, one hand on the doorframe and the other on her hip. The blonde teen's face was still flushed, and she still wore the fake student costume from the livestream.

"Connie, please move," Ashleigh pleaded.

When the girl just stood there looking her teacher up and down, Ms. Jensen decided to change tactics.

"Constance, I'm serious. Get out of my way!"

"What are you going to give me?" the teen replied.

Her time as the domme was going to her head. In some other situation, Ashleigh might have embraced the roleplay, but she was in no mood for it right then. Her jaw tightened in visible frustration.

Seeing that the older woman was having none of it, Connie stepped aside with a disappointed snort. The teacher ran up the stairs and straight to her Mistress's bedroom. Two ring lights still blazed, casting the whole room in an almost harsh white. At the center of their focus, Erica lay there, her eyes closed and her naked chest rising and falling as she still seemed to be catching her breath. The faint scent of sex and sweat lingered. The girl was still bound and hadn't moved since the last moments of the broadcast.

"Oh my gosh, Erica, are you okay?" Ashleigh said as she crossed the last couple of meters in an instant.

She pulled the brunette up onto her knees as Erica tried to reassure her.

"I'm...fine. I'm fine," she managed. Her voice sounded like it was being used for the first time after an evening of drinking.

In the next moment, Ashliegh was kneeling on the bed as well and hugging the girl to her.

"Are you sure?" the teacher asked. "That looked pretty..."

"Intense," Erica finished with a chuckle. "Yeah, it was...AAAAHHHHH!!!"

Suddenly, the teen's body went stiff and her back arched. In the same moment, Connie reached the landing at the top of the stairs, holding her phone and smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Ashleigh was shocked and concerned until she heard the soft buzzing sound from somewhere lower. The remote-controlled butt plug was still in and active.

"Connie, stop! She's had enough!" Ms. Jensen insisted, turning her head to peer at the younger woman.

"But I haven't," she answered, intoxicated with her power. "I was going to play with her for a little longer since she was all helpless for me."

The phone was raised, and Connie touched the screen. The buzzing changed to a hard pulsing that had Erica twitching every second.

The blonde teen set the phone aside and stepped up behind Ashleigh. Hands slid under her arms and around her torso to cup her breasts.

"Unless you want to take her place," Connie whispered into her teacher's ear. "Or maybe the two of you..."

"Stop." Erica's voice was stern despite her involuntary spasms.

The blonde teen deflated and stepped back, her lower lip protruding in an exaggerated pout.

"Awww, I thought you guys would enjoy it," she replied. "Think about it! Tied up together, cumming your brains out. Wouldn't that be fire?"

Ashleigh couldn't help but imagine it, and the thought did give her an erotic thrill. Forcibly held against Erica's naked, trembling body. An involuntary shiver coursed through her.

"Maybe you'd like...uhhh...to be bound with this thing up your arse," Erica retorted playfully.

"Hmm, maybe," Connie tapped her chin and looked at the ceiling with a dreamy smile.

Just then, without any input, the muffled buzzing sound became constant again, and Erica's eyes almost closed.

"Nnnngggg..." she moaned before composing herself. "Connie!"

"Right!" the blonde student jumped to retrieve the phone.

A second later, the vibrations stopped, and the brunette became a ragdoll in her teacher's arms. Ashleigh held her steady and kissed the girl's neck and jaw with the student's head now resting on the blonde's shoulder. Connie came around behind Erica and held up the key to the metal cuffs.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave her like this? It could be fun!"

"I think she's had enough fun for now," Ashleigh insisted.

"Huh, fine," the blonde sighed.

After a little metal clinking, Erica's arms wrapped around Ashleigh, squeezing her into a tight embrace.

"You...you're not supposed to be here," the exhausted teen said to her teacher.

"This is exactly where I'm supposed to be. With you," came the response.

The two women held each other a little tighter, while Connie stood only a step away, feeling increasingly out of place.

"You know, I think I will just see myself out," she said to no one in particular.

As the blonde was almost to the stairs, Erica lifted her head and called after her.

"Connie, wait!"

The brunette pulled one of her arms wide, offering to include her friend. Ashleigh looked over her shoulder and smiled as she followed suit. Constance looked like she was about to cry, but a moment later, she rushed back to join the group hug.

The three women just held each other. Regardless of their state of dress or undress, this was not sexual. The press of warmth and togetherness can often mean more than shared bliss, and this was one of those times.

After some time just enjoying the embrace, Connie whispered, "I was afraid you might be mad at me. I...got a little carried away."

Erica laughed and pulled back from the other two, who both let go in response.

"Yeah, you did," the brunette smiled. "But that's what I asked for, and you stopped when I said the safe word, so no worries."

"I almost didn't, you know," Connie replied, embarrassed. "I wanted to keep going so bad!"

Erica nodded, then kissed the blonde teen on the cheek.

"I knew I could trust you. You're such a good friend."

"With benefits?" Connie quipped back, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Huge benefits!"

"Not as huge as your benefits!" the blonde said, quickly reaching out and squeezing Erica's still exposed breasts.

"Oh, you little tramp!" Erica shot back with a laugh as she twisted away.

Without looking, the brunette grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and swung wide, intending to put it into her attacker's face. Instead, it connected squarely with their teacher's head. What followed would not have been out of place as a scene from some '80s exploitation film where barely dressed women have a slow-motion pillow fight. The end result was a giggling pile of legs, arms, and torsos, pretzled together and heaving while all three tried to catch their breath.

When the gasping for air settled down, Connie spoke up.

"I wish Olivia were here. She's going to be pissed she missed this."

"Yeah," Erica replied. "We'll have to find a way to make it up to her." Suddenly, the girl winced. "Oh, my gosh, Olivia! She always DMs me after a stream! Someone pass me my phone; I'm kind of trapped here."

The other two looked around. Ashleigh located the device and managed to extricate herself enough to reach it on the side table. Handing it to Erica, the three of them scrunched together to see the screen. Sure enough, there was a message from Olivia. More than one.

OLIVIA> OMFG!

OLIVIA> That was(three fire emojis)

Another message was below that, sent ten minutes later.

OLIVIA> Hey U2 come up for air!!

Five minutes after that:

OLIVIA> OK now I'm just feeling ignored(frowny, single tear emoji)

That last one was just a couple of minutes prior. Erica quickly tapped out a reply.

ME> Sorry babe!

ME> I was a little tied up(winking emoji)

OLIVIA> YOU'RE ALIVE!

No sooner had the three read the last message than the phone vibrated and the screen was replaced with an incoming video chat request. Erica glanced at the other two crowding in to see and answered the call. A moment later, Olivia's excited eyes and cute freckled face popped into view. Immediately, she saw the three other women and looked hurt.

"Hey! Why wasn't I invited?" she accused.

"It wasn't planned, Olivia. I promise," Erica replied.

"Well, can I come over?"

"I'm...really tired," Erica admitted. "And I'm going to be kicking these two out as soon as we hang up with you."

"Humf," Olivia pouted. "That stream got me soooo worked up! What am I supposed to do now?"

Erica was about to ask why she didn't just jill to the video, when Connie pushed her face in front of the brunette's and spoke up.

"I'm not tired! Can I come over? I'll tell you all about it!"

Everyone knew exactly what would happen when the two got together, but if they wanted to be coy about it, that was their business.

"S..sure!" Olivia answered, a cheeky smile slowly rising.

The call ended as Constance muttered a goodbye and hung up. With barely more than a minute to gather her things and a quick wave, Connie was gone, leaving Erica and Ashleigh alone. The two sat on the edge of the bed and looked into each other's eyes. The teacher leaned closer, her lips angling toward the woman next to her. Erica responded by closing the distance. Only a couple of centimeters separated them when Erica spoke.

"We...we shouldn't..."

Ashleigh's hand cupped the younger woman's cheek.

"Your mother said we weren't allowed to be together as Mistress and sub." Her face crept closer. "But what about lovers?"

Erica held still as her teacher's lips pressed softly into hers. Eyes closed. Hands moved. Hearts joined. The two women melted into each other and kissed tenderly as time stood still. There was heat and desire, but more than that, there was genuine affection. Both of them knew that what was happening between them was more than a sexual romp or elaborate roleplay.

Suddenly, Erica pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Ashleigh asked.

"I don't..." Erica started, but hesitated. "I'm supposed to..." She stood up, putting some space between herself and the teacher. "You should leave," the young woman finally said as she began redressing. "I need to talk to my mother."

"But..." Ashleigh tried to argue, then stopped as she saw the stern look come back into Erica's face. "Fine."

The teacher stood and made her way to the stairs while finally buttoning her shirt the rest of the way. Pausing, she looked back at the woman she had given herself to, wondering what was going through her head, wondering if she had made a mistake.

As their eyes met, Ashleigh said, "I love you."

Without waiting for a reply, she rushed down the stairs and out of the apartment.

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Erica heard the door close, her mind still processing her own emotions. Something inside her had broken loose. While the two kissed, she had known it, felt it, accepted it.

"I love you, too," she whispered to no one.

A new determination filled her. The young brunette straightened her clothing, checking her visage and her resolve in the mirror.

Two minutes later, she was marching back into her mother's basement. She located her mother behind the bar, mixing a drink. Approaching the opposite side, Erica stood in front of the older woman.

"Happy?" When her mother ignored her challenge, "Did you get off on that? Seeing your daughter used?"

Still no response. Erica stood there, hands on her hips, as her mother calmly finished constructing the drink. Finally, she set it on the bar in front of the teen.

"Here you go, sweetie," Liz finally broke her silence. "This will help you calm down."

Erica grabbed the fluted base and tipped the entire concoction down her throat in three gulps. The burning sensation traveling down to her stomach was more intense than she expected, but she was not going to show that to her mother. She put the glass back down and tapped the surface.

"One more," she ordered.

The older woman smirked and began pouring ingredients into the silver mixer.

"I'm proud of you," Liz said. "Even for someone used to showing their body to strangers, what you just went through is something only a small percentage of people could ever endure willingly. I know you don't get the same thrill from that kind of treatment as Ashleigh. I hope that you at least understand now what she is going through physically and, to some extent, emotionally when she submits to you."

The glass was retrieved, filled, and replaced. Erica took it more carefully this time and drank half the liquid before setting it back down.

"Is this some training montage to you? Are you supposed to be my Master Oogway?" the brunette teen asked, eyes narrowing.

"Who?"

"Master Oogway. Kung Fu Panda. Jeez, Mum, we watched that movie like every other week..."

"A decade ago," Liz retorted. "With your father! I only watched it with you once."

Erica cringed. Right. That was shortly after the divorce, and she only saw her mother every other weekend.

"But I get your question," Liz picked up. "The answer is...maybe. Iamtrying to teach you something about the type of relationship you are getting yourself into. Ashleigh is not some toy for you to play with, even if that's exactly how she wants to be treated. She is a person with her own desires and goals, her own career and family.... And the innate need to be completely owned. Physically. Emotionally. Sexually."

There was a long pause. Liz's face looked pensive, almost sad.

"I know that," Erica said, still a little defensive, but much of her anger had receded.

"Do you? That's not what I saw." She looked down at the wooden bar surface and sighed. "Do you know why I broke it off with Ashleigh?"

"I just assumed..."

"Because I couldn't handle the responsibility," Liz interrupted, not caring about an answer from her daughter. "I've been a domme all my life. Every relationship I've ever known, and I'm good at it. I thought I was ready for something more than bedroom fetish play. Then here comes this nineteen-year-old blonde bombshell asking me to satisfy her growing need to be dominated. I was giddy with the possibilities."

"Mum, I don't need..."

"Yes, you do," Erica's mom cut her off again. "Let me finish. For almost a year, I took her step-by-step deeper into the fetish and BDSM world, and she blossomed. I was the proud Mistress leading my perfectly trained sex slave to parties, showing her off, and making her perform like a show pony. She was magnificent."

"So what happened?" Erica prodded when her mother paused.

"She got an offer to study in France for a year, all expenses covered. It was her dream and an opportunity of a lifetime."

Another long pause.

"And?"

"And I didn't care. She was mine. I was supposed to be her entire life. I knew that she would do whatever I told her to. I wasn't going to give up my toy slut just because she had dreams beyond my pleasure."

"That's fucked up," Erica muttered.

Liz snorted a pained laugh. "So fucked up. Luckily, I came to that realization before I did something horrible, but it was close. So close. I broke up with her after that. I had enough money by then that we could have kept up a long-distance thing until she was finished, but I couldn't look her in the eye and convince myself that she was more than a beautiful plaything to me."

Liz picked up the half-full glass in front of Erica and downed the remainder in a single gulp. The two women just stood there looking at each other until the older one blinked and looked around, gathering up bottles.

"What now?" Erica whispered.

"I have another task for you," Liz replied while putting alcohol back into its assigned spots. "This one is simple. A walk in the park, you might say." Liz grinned at a joke Erica didn't catch. "Literally. You will take your pet for a walk in Hampstead Heath."

That didn't sound so bad.

"You...just want us to take a walk together?"

"Humph," Liz chuckled. "Hardly. I want you to feel the danger of being in public with your crush."

"She's not a 'crush,'" the teen shot back.

"Whatever. Make it eleven PM so that you aren't likely to be seen. Remember that huge tree that I used to take you to and constantly had to keep you from climbing as a child?"

"Yeah..." Erica responded, eyes narrowing.

"Go there. Have Ashleigh get naked. Put a collar on her and attach a leash. Then walk her to the stream and back. Go slow. It still should only take you about half an hour."

"There's a footpath by the tree," Erica pointed out. "Someone could walk by at any time."

"Exactly," Liz said flatly. "Every time the two of you are together in public, acting like a couple, you put Ashleigh in danger. It's not enough to know it; you have to feel it."

The teen looked skeptical, but acquiesced. "Fine."

"If you can, take others with you for safety. I don't want you to get mugged. Maybe Constance. She was the girl in your little show earlier, right?"

"How did you...?" Erica started to ask, then decided it wasn't important. "Y..yeah."

"So she knows about you and your teacher?" Liz asked with a touch of reproach. Her daughter nodded. "Anyone else?"

The teen hesitated, but decided there was no point hiding it. "Olivia."

"My god, girl, what were you thinking?" Elizabeth shot, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Never mind. Take her too if you can. Safety in numbers and all that. And send me your location so I can track you."

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Hampstead Heath was a sprawling park of nearly eight hundred acres in north-west London. At 11:00 PM, two nights later, the four women came out of Hampstead station and walked about thirty minutes through the park to a huge tree that brought back fond memories for Erica. As they hiked, the night got progressively darker the further they got from the ambient light of the city. Luckily, a nearly full moon shone overhead, keeping them from needing a torch most of the way.

Unlike the famous Hollow Tree, the huge Beech tree in front of them was not protected by rope barriers. Erica walked up and laid a hand on the smooth bark while looking up at the dense cover of leaves and foliage. For a moment, the old desire to hoist herself into its branches almost took hold. The sound of the breeze gently sweeping through the leaves joined with the hoot of an owl who was probably perched high above.

The brunette looked around at her companions, all of whom were watching her, wondering what was next. Erica had told Ashleigh, but hadn't tried to explain what this was all about to the other two. Connie and Olivia stood close to each other. From their body language, it seemed that their relationship had become more than just friends with benefits.

Erica smiled to herself and gave Ashleigh a nod. The teacher took a deep breath and began removing her clothes. The teens watched, surprise evident in their wide eyes and parted lips while their de facto leader scanned the dark surroundings for any other onlookers.

"W..why is she getting undressed?" Constance whispered as though someone might hear them.