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Why I Became Me – Part 4
I made my way back to the house, my body aching from the punishment Mr West had meted out with the crop. My shoulders, the small of my back and my buttocks stung from the beating I had taken, and the sense of shame and humiliation I felt in his rooms had not yet left me.
As I entered the boot room it was approaching 6.30. The lights were off as I sat on one of the benches and started to take off my shoes. I heard a movement and looked up.
“Good, you're back. Mr West phoned to say you were on your way. He mentioned that you will need some more panties. Follow me”.
Mr Henry moved out of the shadows and started to move towards the Juniors corridor. In my socks I followed. Half way along the corridor was a staircase that led up towards the staff quarters of Matron and the Deputy House Master, Mr Lewis. We went up the stairs and stopped at Matrons door. Mr Henry knocked and then turned and looked at me, fixing me with a stare. I heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, which then swung open.
“Ah, Mr Henry” she said, and then glanced in my direction. “What can I do for you this morning?”
“This “boy”” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “is to become one of our special pupils Matron. He will need his uniform adjusted accordingly. Can I leave him with you?”
“Of course House-master, I shall take measurements and place the order with the outfitters in town. Is there anything else I need to do for him?” she asked, looking me up and down with an expression that bordered on disgust.
“I shall call his teachers and inform them he is unwell today, you may do as you wish with him until about 4.00 when I will require him before supper. He won't be having breakfast or lunch, so he can remain with you until I need him”.
“Certainly, Mr Henry. I'm sure I can find things for him to do”
“I'm sure you can Matron. Good day”. He smiled a cruel smile, turned and went back down the stairs. I could hear the house coming to life as boys started to move down the junior corridor towards the shower room, and Matron crooked her finger and stood to one side.
“In”, she said. I walked into her rooms for the first time.
Matron was a tall slim woman in her mid forties. Her dark brown hair was kept neat and tidy in a bobbed style and she wore thick horn-rimmed glasses that almost, but not quite, hid the glint in her frost blue eyes. She had a long face and prominent teeth, she was no beauty, but she had a very nice body, with curves where you would expect them to be.
She beckoned me into the room and moved towards a long cupboard, the sort of which you used to see in old department stores. She looked at me and said “Waist size?”
“I don't know Matron” I said quietly.
She sighed with exasperation, and said “Oh well, I suppose we had better take full measurements. Strip”.
I knew that if I disobeyed then Mr Henry or Mr West would hear about it, so without any hesitation I started to remove my clothes. I dropped my blazer, shirt and tie on the floor in front of me, much to Matrons annoyance.
“Fold them up. I understand your mother doesn't have a lot of money to spare. How do you think she would feel knowing you treat the clothes she has bought for you with so little respect?”
“I'm sorry Matron”.
I picked up my discarded clothes and neatly folded them. I looked around for somewhere to put them and saw an old mahogany side board. I put them on the top of it, turned back to face Matron and took off my socks and then removed my trousers. At that precise moment Matron turned and looked at me, standing there in my little pink panties. She eyed me up and down and directed me to turn slowly around. She scrutinised my skinny white body, and noticing the marks made an hour ago by Mr West's crop, came over to me and ran her fingers gently along the welts.
“I expect that hurt”, she said quietly, and slid her fingers along the ones that were across the small of my back.
“Take off your panties”.
Feeling a change in the atmosphere, I looked her directly in the eye as I pushed the pink cotton over my narrow hips. I felt that there was some gentleness there, some kind of compassion for my situation. I felt emboldened enough to say “it stung when Mr West hit me, but it's not so bad now Matron”.
That was a mistake. What she was showing wasn't compassion, it was want. A need to see the marks left behind after the punishment. I soon learnt that what aroused Matron was to see the suffering of others. To see pain inflicted, to see humiliation handed out, to watch suffering made her aroused. And when she was aroused her unusual passions were given free rein.
“It stung did it? Tell me about it whilst I take your measurements”. She produced a dressmakers tape and sized me up.
I related it all whilst she wrote down my sizes. I told her about Mr West making me strip, slapping my face and forcing his cock into my mouth. I told her about Mr Henry and the enema, the harsh nipple pulling and the belt. I told her about the dildo and how it hurt me as it was forced into my tight anus.
Whilst I was talking I could see her face was getting flushed and her breathing was getting heavier. She finished her notes and stood up.
“Tell me about this morning”
As I started to relate how and why Mr West cropped me she slowly pulled up the hem of her tweed skirt. As she lifted it I could see the tops of her stockings, and what I later came to know, the crotch of her French knickers. Both the stockings and the knickers were black silk, the sheen unmistakable even to a boy like me.
She asked me about the feelings that the enema Mr Henry gave me, did it hurt, did I feel full, and all the while her fingers were caressing the soft pale skin of the top of her inner thigh. The more questions she asked, the closer her fingers came to the opening of her knickers. When she asked me about how big the dildo was and if it hurt when it was forced into my bottom, she pushed the opening of her knickers to one side and I could see the pinkness of her vagina.
I swallowed hard. I had never seen anything like it before. She stroked the lips, wetness glistening and then she straightened up. She removed her skirt and now I could see she was also wearing a black lace suspender belt.
“Did you choke when Mr Henry pushed his cock into your mouth?” she quietly uttered.
“Yes Matron”
“Could you breathe?”
“Not really Matron”
She moved towards me. I could smell the musk from her quim advancing along with her, getting stronger as she got closer.
“Did that scare you? Not being able to breathe?”
“Yes Matron”
“But did it arouse you? Did your tiny little boy clit get hard, like it is now?” she asked huskily.
“Yes it did Matron” I whispered. I couldn't take my eyes off her fingers still gently caressing her lips of her moist cunny.
“I want you to kneel on the floor”
I obeyed. She stopped inches from me, my eyes level with her crotch. She slipped her thumbs into the waist band of the black silk knickers and slowly pushed them over her hips. I was greeted with the full sight of her cunt. There was not much hair, I learnt later that she (or rather the other sissies in the house) shaved it until there was only a small strip still visible, directly above the line of her crack. She stepped out of her knickers and spread the lips of her pussy.
“Smell me” she commanded. I breathed in deeply. I found the smell deeply intoxicating. She rested her hand on the top of my head and pushed my face into her groin. “Smell me you little sissy cunt”. I sucked her smell into my lungs, my cock starting to twitch in it's panty clad hardness.
“Open your mouth”. Once again I obeyed. I could feel the wetness of her lubrication as it smeared across my face as she pushed her cunt onto me. I didn't know what I should do. But suddenly the wetness became a trickle that became a torrent. She let go a stream of hot piss directly onto my face and into my open mouth. She held my head in position with a strength I had not suspected her capable of as she emptied her bladder forcefully onto my face. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to drown under the deluge that filled my mouth and started to run down my neck and chest. I had no option. I had to swallow. I was so mortified. I was drinking someone else's piss. As fast as I swallowed my mouth was full again. I swallowed three mouthfuls before I started to choke and retch.
Matron relaxed her grip, I could breathe through my nose as the stream slowed. Then she let me go completely and I fell to the floor, struggling for breath and soaked in musky hot piss. There was a puddle all around me and Matron, stood before me used her fingers to direct another jet of piss, this time over my head. Soon I was soaked. Then, legs apart, she ordered me up onto my knees.
Dizzy with the humiliation of my situation I got up onto my knees. She once again pushed my face into her wet snatch, but this time she said in a firm voice “Clean me up with your sissy mouth. Lick my cunt clean you faggot bitch”. I started to lap at her juicy moist cunt, tasting both piss and her wetness. It was becoming a heady brew that I was starting to enjoy. My little cock started to strain against the sopping wet pink panties, the wetness emphasising my little erection. She pushed my face harder onto her quim, rubbing herself over my mouth and guiding my tongue into her wet opening. She moved her hips and soon I was lapping at her clitoris, although I had no idea what it was. A short while later her hips started to thrust more rhythmically and my face was pushed harder onto her cunt. She panted and soon she came over my mouth. I was ignorant of what happened but she had expended an orgasm on my face. She released me and, kneeling in a pool of her urine, I looked at her in wonder.
I realise now that it wasn't my technique that made her come, it was the power she had over me. She was every bit as wicked as Mr West and Mr Henry, but I just didn't know it.
“Get on your hands and knees and lick up that mess” she indicated the puddle I was kneeling in with the toe of her black leather court shoe.
At this moment I would have done anything for her. I got down and tried to suck up and lick up all of the excreta that I could. I didn't know if I loved or hated the taste. I kept lapping at it, swallowing more and more acrid piss.
Matron went into another room and I could hear water running. She emerged with a bucket and a mop. She watched me until she could see that I couldn't lick the floor any cleaner and made me mop the floor until there was no trace of her piss left.
The same could not be said for me. I was covered in her pee, my hair plastered down and my cotton panties totally transparent.
“Take off those panties”. I complied. “Now wring them out into your mouth. Do not spill a drop and drink all of it down. I want to see if we have the making of a little sissy piss piglet on our hands. I do hope so, that will definitely help to pay your way”.
I didn't think about this until much later on in the day, I was too busy doing Matron's every command. I was her slave and I was drinking more of her piss from the sopping wet panties that I squeezed as had as I could into my mouth. The taste was becoming familiar and I was beginning to enjoy the feel and taste of someone's piss.
Matron put her skirt back on but left her French knickers off. She folded them and put them on top of my school uniform.
“I took most of your measurements but there are still two I need. Stand in front of me, arms out”.
She took hold of my small penis and measured it.
“Three inches. Pathetic. I'm not sure that they come that small. I'll have to find out. Now turn around and bend over.”
I immediately did as she ordered and she spread my buttocks. Using a wet finger she pushed insistently at my sphincter.
“Hmm, I think we will start off with a small and work up sizes over the coming weeks”.
I had no idea what she was talking about, but the feeling of her finger in me was strangely thrilling.
“Go through there” she indicated a room on the far side of the apartment “and use the shower. You will find a towel on the back of the door. Come back here, clean, in five minutes. We have work to do.”
I showered off and was back within three minutes, I didn't want to keep this goddess waiting any longer than necessary. When I returned she was on the phone.
“Yes, three inches. I know, it is a little sad, but there you are. You can get one? Oh good. When can I collect it? Wonderful. I'll see you on Friday morning. Good bye”
She glanced at me as she stood up.
“Over here” she summoned me as she walked to the shop style cupboard.
She opened the door and I could see that there were banks of drawers inside. She opened one and pulled out seven pairs of panties, white, pink, yellow and baby blue. She then pulled open another draw and pulled out seven pairs of white knee socks.
“These, as well as the pair you were wearing today, will be your new underwear. You will no longer wear underpants, you will wear panties at all times. You will also wear these white knee socks when ever you are to present yourself to one of us. There are more than myself, Mr West and Mr Henry, but you will only be given instruction by one of us three. We own you now and you will do our bidding”
“Yes Matron”
“Now we must start some stretching exercises. Go to my chair and bend over the back of it.”
I did as I was bid. Behind me I could hear drawers being opened and closed and Matron humming to her self.
“Ah, there we are” she exclaimed.
I felt her spread open my buttocks and felt something greasy being slathered over my puckered ring. A finger was inserted taking some of the grease inside me, making me slippy. Then something was nudging my anus. It was being pushed deeper into my hole. As it went in it stretched me wider and wider, I started to groan in pain.
“Shut up, sissy”
My butt hole was being stretched beyond anything that Mr Henry's dildo had done days before, but just as it seemed I couldn't take any more it popped fully into my boy cunt, filling me up but with my ring relaxing around a narrower part of whatever it was that was now inside me.
“I have now inserted a butt plug into you. It is designed to stretch your anal sphincter, allowing easier access to your cunt, for either toys or a cock. If at anytime in the next day or so you wish to go to the toilet, then seek out one of your three owners and we will supervise you until you can do it your self. You will keep this in for one week and then we will move up a size. Now put on some panties and then get dressed”
“Yes Matron”.
I put on a pair of baby blue panties and, feeling full, but excited by the intrusion into my hole, I crossed to the sideboard where my clothes were neatly folded. There on top was Matron's French knickers. I put them to one side and, keeping half an eye on Matron I got dressed. As I reached for my blazer I quickly put the silk drawers into my pocket. Matron was still looking elsewhere.
I stood still, waiting for her to say something but she continued to busy her self with the contents of the cupboard. Twenty minutes went past before she spoke to me again. She crossed to her armchair and lifting up her skirt ordered me to kneel infront of her. She sat on the edge of the seat and spread her thighs.
“You will now begin lessons in eating pussy. I will instruct you and you will obey and I will expect to have had two orgasms by the time you have finished. Now use your tongue to spread my cunt lips”
I was completely hers. I ate her pussy, breathing in the odour of her wanton sopping cunt as I lapped, licked, sucked and nibbled. She taught me to seek out the nub of her clitoris and to suck it gently. She had the first of her orgasms and her thighs closed around my head, clamping my mouth to her cunt. Then she taught me to use my fingers inside her, to seek out that spot inside of her that had her squirming in delight.
Rimming her anus was the last lesson of the day, licking her dirt hole, and pushing my tongue into her rectum. She frigged herself off as she pushed her butt onto my mouth and came a third time, shuddering in total abandoned lust and heat.
Then it was nearly four o'clock. I had to leave my goddess and go to Mr Henry.
As I started to close the door behind me I heard Matron say “You may keep the French knickers, one day you will be woman enough to wear them yourself.”
I made my way back to the house, my body aching from the punishment Mr West had meted out with the crop. My shoulders, the small of my back and my buttocks stung from the beating I had taken, and the sense of shame and humiliation I felt in his rooms had not yet left me.
As I entered the boot room it was approaching 6.30. The lights were off as I sat on one of the benches and started to take off my shoes. I heard a movement and looked up.
“Good, you're back. Mr West phoned to say you were on your way. He mentioned that you will need some more panties. Follow me”.
Mr Henry moved out of the shadows and started to move towards the Juniors corridor. In my socks I followed. Half way along the corridor was a staircase that led up towards the staff quarters of Matron and the Deputy House Master, Mr Lewis. We went up the stairs and stopped at Matrons door. Mr Henry knocked and then turned and looked at me, fixing me with a stare. I heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, which then swung open.
“Ah, Mr Henry” she said, and then glanced in my direction. “What can I do for you this morning?”
“This “boy”” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “is to become one of our special pupils Matron. He will need his uniform adjusted accordingly. Can I leave him with you?”
“Of course House-master, I shall take measurements and place the order with the outfitters in town. Is there anything else I need to do for him?” she asked, looking me up and down with an expression that bordered on disgust.
“I shall call his teachers and inform them he is unwell today, you may do as you wish with him until about 4.00 when I will require him before supper. He won't be having breakfast or lunch, so he can remain with you until I need him”.
“Certainly, Mr Henry. I'm sure I can find things for him to do”
“I'm sure you can Matron. Good day”. He smiled a cruel smile, turned and went back down the stairs. I could hear the house coming to life as boys started to move down the junior corridor towards the shower room, and Matron crooked her finger and stood to one side.
“In”, she said. I walked into her rooms for the first time.
Matron was a tall slim woman in her mid forties. Her dark brown hair was kept neat and tidy in a bobbed style and she wore thick horn-rimmed glasses that almost, but not quite, hid the glint in her frost blue eyes. She had a long face and prominent teeth, she was no beauty, but she had a very nice body, with curves where you would expect them to be.
She beckoned me into the room and moved towards a long cupboard, the sort of which you used to see in old department stores. She looked at me and said “Waist size?”
“I don't know Matron” I said quietly.
She sighed with exasperation, and said “Oh well, I suppose we had better take full measurements. Strip”.
I knew that if I disobeyed then Mr Henry or Mr West would hear about it, so without any hesitation I started to remove my clothes. I dropped my blazer, shirt and tie on the floor in front of me, much to Matrons annoyance.
“Fold them up. I understand your mother doesn't have a lot of money to spare. How do you think she would feel knowing you treat the clothes she has bought for you with so little respect?”
“I'm sorry Matron”.
I picked up my discarded clothes and neatly folded them. I looked around for somewhere to put them and saw an old mahogany side board. I put them on the top of it, turned back to face Matron and took off my socks and then removed my trousers. At that precise moment Matron turned and looked at me, standing there in my little pink panties. She eyed me up and down and directed me to turn slowly around. She scrutinised my skinny white body, and noticing the marks made an hour ago by Mr West's crop, came over to me and ran her fingers gently along the welts.
“I expect that hurt”, she said quietly, and slid her fingers along the ones that were across the small of my back.
“Take off your panties”.
Feeling a change in the atmosphere, I looked her directly in the eye as I pushed the pink cotton over my narrow hips. I felt that there was some gentleness there, some kind of compassion for my situation. I felt emboldened enough to say “it stung when Mr West hit me, but it's not so bad now Matron”.
That was a mistake. What she was showing wasn't compassion, it was want. A need to see the marks left behind after the punishment. I soon learnt that what aroused Matron was to see the suffering of others. To see pain inflicted, to see humiliation handed out, to watch suffering made her aroused. And when she was aroused her unusual passions were given free rein.
“It stung did it? Tell me about it whilst I take your measurements”. She produced a dressmakers tape and sized me up.
I related it all whilst she wrote down my sizes. I told her about Mr West making me strip, slapping my face and forcing his cock into my mouth. I told her about Mr Henry and the enema, the harsh nipple pulling and the belt. I told her about the dildo and how it hurt me as it was forced into my tight anus.
Whilst I was talking I could see her face was getting flushed and her breathing was getting heavier. She finished her notes and stood up.
“Tell me about this morning”
As I started to relate how and why Mr West cropped me she slowly pulled up the hem of her tweed skirt. As she lifted it I could see the tops of her stockings, and what I later came to know, the crotch of her French knickers. Both the stockings and the knickers were black silk, the sheen unmistakable even to a boy like me.
She asked me about the feelings that the enema Mr Henry gave me, did it hurt, did I feel full, and all the while her fingers were caressing the soft pale skin of the top of her inner thigh. The more questions she asked, the closer her fingers came to the opening of her knickers. When she asked me about how big the dildo was and if it hurt when it was forced into my bottom, she pushed the opening of her knickers to one side and I could see the pinkness of her vagina.
I swallowed hard. I had never seen anything like it before. She stroked the lips, wetness glistening and then she straightened up. She removed her skirt and now I could see she was also wearing a black lace suspender belt.
“Did you choke when Mr Henry pushed his cock into your mouth?” she quietly uttered.
“Yes Matron”
“Could you breathe?”
“Not really Matron”
She moved towards me. I could smell the musk from her quim advancing along with her, getting stronger as she got closer.
“Did that scare you? Not being able to breathe?”
“Yes Matron”
“But did it arouse you? Did your tiny little boy clit get hard, like it is now?” she asked huskily.
“Yes it did Matron” I whispered. I couldn't take my eyes off her fingers still gently caressing her lips of her moist cunny.
“I want you to kneel on the floor”
I obeyed. She stopped inches from me, my eyes level with her crotch. She slipped her thumbs into the waist band of the black silk knickers and slowly pushed them over her hips. I was greeted with the full sight of her cunt. There was not much hair, I learnt later that she (or rather the other sissies in the house) shaved it until there was only a small strip still visible, directly above the line of her crack. She stepped out of her knickers and spread the lips of her pussy.
“Smell me” she commanded. I breathed in deeply. I found the smell deeply intoxicating. She rested her hand on the top of my head and pushed my face into her groin. “Smell me you little sissy cunt”. I sucked her smell into my lungs, my cock starting to twitch in it's panty clad hardness.
“Open your mouth”. Once again I obeyed. I could feel the wetness of her lubrication as it smeared across my face as she pushed her cunt onto me. I didn't know what I should do. But suddenly the wetness became a trickle that became a torrent. She let go a stream of hot piss directly onto my face and into my open mouth. She held my head in position with a strength I had not suspected her capable of as she emptied her bladder forcefully onto my face. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to drown under the deluge that filled my mouth and started to run down my neck and chest. I had no option. I had to swallow. I was so mortified. I was drinking someone else's piss. As fast as I swallowed my mouth was full again. I swallowed three mouthfuls before I started to choke and retch.
Matron relaxed her grip, I could breathe through my nose as the stream slowed. Then she let me go completely and I fell to the floor, struggling for breath and soaked in musky hot piss. There was a puddle all around me and Matron, stood before me used her fingers to direct another jet of piss, this time over my head. Soon I was soaked. Then, legs apart, she ordered me up onto my knees.
Dizzy with the humiliation of my situation I got up onto my knees. She once again pushed my face into her wet snatch, but this time she said in a firm voice “Clean me up with your sissy mouth. Lick my cunt clean you faggot bitch”. I started to lap at her juicy moist cunt, tasting both piss and her wetness. It was becoming a heady brew that I was starting to enjoy. My little cock started to strain against the sopping wet pink panties, the wetness emphasising my little erection. She pushed my face harder onto her quim, rubbing herself over my mouth and guiding my tongue into her wet opening. She moved her hips and soon I was lapping at her clitoris, although I had no idea what it was. A short while later her hips started to thrust more rhythmically and my face was pushed harder onto her cunt. She panted and soon she came over my mouth. I was ignorant of what happened but she had expended an orgasm on my face. She released me and, kneeling in a pool of her urine, I looked at her in wonder.
I realise now that it wasn't my technique that made her come, it was the power she had over me. She was every bit as wicked as Mr West and Mr Henry, but I just didn't know it.
“Get on your hands and knees and lick up that mess” she indicated the puddle I was kneeling in with the toe of her black leather court shoe.
At this moment I would have done anything for her. I got down and tried to suck up and lick up all of the excreta that I could. I didn't know if I loved or hated the taste. I kept lapping at it, swallowing more and more acrid piss.
Matron went into another room and I could hear water running. She emerged with a bucket and a mop. She watched me until she could see that I couldn't lick the floor any cleaner and made me mop the floor until there was no trace of her piss left.
The same could not be said for me. I was covered in her pee, my hair plastered down and my cotton panties totally transparent.
“Take off those panties”. I complied. “Now wring them out into your mouth. Do not spill a drop and drink all of it down. I want to see if we have the making of a little sissy piss piglet on our hands. I do hope so, that will definitely help to pay your way”.
I didn't think about this until much later on in the day, I was too busy doing Matron's every command. I was her slave and I was drinking more of her piss from the sopping wet panties that I squeezed as had as I could into my mouth. The taste was becoming familiar and I was beginning to enjoy the feel and taste of someone's piss.
Matron put her skirt back on but left her French knickers off. She folded them and put them on top of my school uniform.
“I took most of your measurements but there are still two I need. Stand in front of me, arms out”.
She took hold of my small penis and measured it.
“Three inches. Pathetic. I'm not sure that they come that small. I'll have to find out. Now turn around and bend over.”
I immediately did as she ordered and she spread my buttocks. Using a wet finger she pushed insistently at my sphincter.
“Hmm, I think we will start off with a small and work up sizes over the coming weeks”.
I had no idea what she was talking about, but the feeling of her finger in me was strangely thrilling.
“Go through there” she indicated a room on the far side of the apartment “and use the shower. You will find a towel on the back of the door. Come back here, clean, in five minutes. We have work to do.”
I showered off and was back within three minutes, I didn't want to keep this goddess waiting any longer than necessary. When I returned she was on the phone.
“Yes, three inches. I know, it is a little sad, but there you are. You can get one? Oh good. When can I collect it? Wonderful. I'll see you on Friday morning. Good bye”
She glanced at me as she stood up.
“Over here” she summoned me as she walked to the shop style cupboard.
She opened the door and I could see that there were banks of drawers inside. She opened one and pulled out seven pairs of panties, white, pink, yellow and baby blue. She then pulled open another draw and pulled out seven pairs of white knee socks.
“These, as well as the pair you were wearing today, will be your new underwear. You will no longer wear underpants, you will wear panties at all times. You will also wear these white knee socks when ever you are to present yourself to one of us. There are more than myself, Mr West and Mr Henry, but you will only be given instruction by one of us three. We own you now and you will do our bidding”
“Yes Matron”
“Now we must start some stretching exercises. Go to my chair and bend over the back of it.”
I did as I was bid. Behind me I could hear drawers being opened and closed and Matron humming to her self.
“Ah, there we are” she exclaimed.
I felt her spread open my buttocks and felt something greasy being slathered over my puckered ring. A finger was inserted taking some of the grease inside me, making me slippy. Then something was nudging my anus. It was being pushed deeper into my hole. As it went in it stretched me wider and wider, I started to groan in pain.
“Shut up, sissy”
My butt hole was being stretched beyond anything that Mr Henry's dildo had done days before, but just as it seemed I couldn't take any more it popped fully into my boy cunt, filling me up but with my ring relaxing around a narrower part of whatever it was that was now inside me.
“I have now inserted a butt plug into you. It is designed to stretch your anal sphincter, allowing easier access to your cunt, for either toys or a cock. If at anytime in the next day or so you wish to go to the toilet, then seek out one of your three owners and we will supervise you until you can do it your self. You will keep this in for one week and then we will move up a size. Now put on some panties and then get dressed”
“Yes Matron”.
I put on a pair of baby blue panties and, feeling full, but excited by the intrusion into my hole, I crossed to the sideboard where my clothes were neatly folded. There on top was Matron's French knickers. I put them to one side and, keeping half an eye on Matron I got dressed. As I reached for my blazer I quickly put the silk drawers into my pocket. Matron was still looking elsewhere.
I stood still, waiting for her to say something but she continued to busy her self with the contents of the cupboard. Twenty minutes went past before she spoke to me again. She crossed to her armchair and lifting up her skirt ordered me to kneel infront of her. She sat on the edge of the seat and spread her thighs.
“You will now begin lessons in eating pussy. I will instruct you and you will obey and I will expect to have had two orgasms by the time you have finished. Now use your tongue to spread my cunt lips”
I was completely hers. I ate her pussy, breathing in the odour of her wanton sopping cunt as I lapped, licked, sucked and nibbled. She taught me to seek out the nub of her clitoris and to suck it gently. She had the first of her orgasms and her thighs closed around my head, clamping my mouth to her cunt. Then she taught me to use my fingers inside her, to seek out that spot inside of her that had her squirming in delight.
Rimming her anus was the last lesson of the day, licking her dirt hole, and pushing my tongue into her rectum. She frigged herself off as she pushed her butt onto my mouth and came a third time, shuddering in total abandoned lust and heat.
Then it was nearly four o'clock. I had to leave my goddess and go to Mr Henry.
As I started to close the door behind me I heard Matron say “You may keep the French knickers, one day you will be woman enough to wear them yourself.”
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