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THE ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL AND INSTANT MESSENGER by Skip
CODES: M/F, F/F, Consensual, Heavy, later NC
SYNOPSIS: Once again AOLs Instanting Messaging facilitates a bondage encounterinvolving a submissive female high school assistant principal and a dominantmale. The encounter turns out not to be quite what she expected. The entirestory is told in the female's own words.
My name is Joyce, I'm 48 years old, and reside in a rural area of CentralPennsylvania and work as an assistant principal at a high school in a nearbycity with a population of around 30,000. I've been divorced for six years andhave two daughters both married.
I regard myself as being extremely appealing sexually and in excellent physicalcondition for my age. My friends tell me I don't look like I'm over 40.I'm5'8", 120 pounds, a brunette with hazel eyes and measurements of 36-24-36.I'm very much an egomaniac about my body but still my sex life is limited.I have a male friend who lives in Ontario(Canada) and travels to the area threeor four times a year on business. When he does he stays at my house and weare sexually intimate. Other than that I rely on a vibrator to obtain my sexualgratification.
I'm considered haughty and overbearing by both the faculty and students atthe school I work at. My chief responsibility is disciplining students andto a lesser degree faculty. Its easy enough enforcing the dress code for studentsbut not so easy when you have to tell some 26 year old music teacher and wannabeAmerican Idol contestant that her skirt is too short. For this reason I'm notthe most popular lady in town. Call me elitist but I refuse to date any malewho is not of professional stature such as a lawyer or doctor but I haven'thad many offers either. At the fitness center where I work out I'm regularlypropositioned by male jerks and I derive pleasure from turning them down.
One of my leisure pursuits is AOL. I've been a subscriber for at least tenyears. In addition to using the internet to further my intellectual pursuitsI regularly engage in chat rooms such as "Pennsylvania Over 40" but have alwaysavoided the sexually explicit ones.
One day for a reason that still escapes my memory I came upon a bondage websiteand pictures of nude or semi-nude females being restrained and tortured orotherwise humiliated. It resulted in immediate arousal so I explored further.My bondage consciousness at that time was nil. I don't ever recall my ex ormy Canadian lover ever mentioning it. The closest I came to thinking aboutbondage was that I occasionally fantasized about taking some of the problemstudents, especially the sluttish females, and tying them to a chair for theentire day.
In the course of exploring bondage I learned quite a lot mainly that thereare different forms of bondage. Some women enjoy being restrained and usedsexually, others enjoy pain, others enjoy being dominated with varying degreesof restraint, sex and pain. It set me to thinking that I might enjoy beingforced to be submissive to a male. I have a very authoritarian personalityand I read somewhere that such females sometimes harbor a desire for role reversal.
Finally I summoned enough determination to surf in bondage chat rooms butnot before creating a special screen name just for that purpose. My profileonly stated I was a female from Pennsylvania. I didn't want to chance any ofmy regular "roomies" spotting my primary screen name in such a room.
The first bondage chat room I entered taught me a lesson. My Instant Messagescreen was inundated with IM's from males so I kept it turned off. If I spottedsomeone in the chat room whose profile interested me I would IM him. Once suchperson was Tom a 40 year old accountant from Delaware County, Pennsylvaniain metro Philly and about a 2 ½ hour drive. At the time he seemed prettylevel headed. He stated his interest was in training novice female subs. Westarted chatting regularly but I suspected it would be quite awhile beforeI was ready to meet a dom in person.
The later came much sooner than I expected. I got up the nerve to call himafter Caller ID blocking my cell phone. I'm a great believer in that you canform a good opinion of someone's character just by hearing the persons voiceeven if you've never met them. In this case Tom had sent me his pic even thoughI refused to send one of me. My favorable opinion of him was confirmed aftertalking to him. He was quite eager to meet which I can understand. I suggestedwe meet somewhere in between and possibly have a motel session. Tom statedthat motel room sessions are invariably too restrictive and that he had a modestlyequipped dungeon in his basement.
He made a compromise offer of sorts. We would meet at a shopping mall foodcourt near his home and talk in person. If I was not completely certain thatI wished to continue we would part on good terms otherwise I'd follow him tohis house. We had been chatting for nearly three weeks and the urge to havea real bondage session was growing although I still wasn't certain what formI was most attracted to.
One chilly Sunday morning in November at 7:00 I hunkered into my SUV andbegan the drive to Delaware County having taken off Monday as a personal leaveday. I wore the shortest black skirt I could find, a tight white pullover sweaterand low cut boots in accord with Tom's expressed wishes. Since we'd be meetingat 10:00 in a far away suburban mall I wasn't really concerned whether I lookedlike a hooker or not. I also brought along my black leather coat mainly incase I broke down-I wasn't much for coats.
When I pulled into the mall parking lot Tom was waiting for me in his LandRover. He looked every bit like I envisioned he would and that was considerablyolder than 40 with dark brown eyes and hair. At 5'11 and about 190 pounds Ididn't regard him as obese but he had the common male beer belly and probablyhadn't been in a gym for years. Suffice to say that in my submissive role Iwasn't inclined to offend his male ego at this stage. We went into the foodcourt and sat in a booth sipping coffee. Tom was rather vague on what he hadplanned for me other than to say that his sessions were tailored to the tolerancelevels of the sub. He emphasized that I was free to leave anytime and suggestedI make a "safe" call to a friend telling the person where I'd be. I told himI would but it was a bluff as I hadn't confided my intentions to anyone.
After about twenty minutes of chat I told him I was ready to begin a session.He lived only about five minutes from the mall and I had no difficulty followinghim there. It was a rather modest split level home on a heavily populated sidestreet. I followed him into the house and he showed me to the bedroom. My firstorders were to strip completely naked which surprised me as I expected to benaked but in boots. I was given three minutes to complete undressing duringwhich time Tom stood outside the bedroom door. At the end of precisely thattime I was to be standing naked and at attention. The door was closed but notshut during this period.
It probably only took me two minutes to undress so I was standing at rigidattention for nearly a minute when the door opened and Tom entered. He wasshirtless, wearing jeans and a ski mask. Initially I found this quite unsettlingas I like to be able to observe a persons facial language but I knew I hadlittle choice in the matter.
Next Tom attached a thick collar around my neck buckling it into place. Itwasn't a typical pet collar it was black leather and close to the size of thecervical collars the EMTs use. It had a ring in the front. Tom then proceededto set forth some of the rules for the session:
-I was considered property and my sole purpose was to provide for his pleasure.Any pleasure I received was merely incidental.
-I was required to address him as "Sir" and could not speak unprompted withoutasking permission first.
-Most of his "trainees" as he termed them had one goal-to be quickly fuckedand climaxed. With Tom being allowed to climax was a privilege that had tobe earned and that subs who climaxed without permission were punished severely.
-The length of my confinement would depend on my progress. This was the firsthint he gave that I was not free to leave at anytime but I accepted it forthe time being.
-I would be subjected to various forms of corporal punishment , restraintand sexual contact. He assured me that he was experienced in these matters,would keep within reasonable limits and that his safety record was unblemished.
Tom next proceeded to examine and fondle my anatomy such as pinching my nipplesand fingering my snatch. He complimented me on my figure and my copious lubricationand I took him to be sincere. I then was interrogated as to the intimate detailsof my sexual preferences especially with my Canadian lover. Although somewhatembarrassing I gave honest answers and had no difficulty reflexively addressinghim as "Sir". Perhaps this is because in my capacity as Asst. Principal I requiremy student disciplinary charges, whether male or female, to address me as "Maam".Those who don't have extra days added to their detention periods.
Next Tom ordered me to undergo some leashing exercises. A leash was attachedto my collar and I was required to crawl about the house on my hands and kneesand make barking sounds like a dog. Tom carried a flogger in his hand and indicatedthat if I didn't make authentic enough sounds I would feel the lash. When hegave the command I had to stop and sit on my knees and paw with my hands likea little doggie. Tom sensed that I found this quite degrading .He was quickto point out all his subs were required to perform this exercise and that inno way did he consider me a dog. I was quite relieved to finish the exercisewithout receiving a lash.
Tom then led me with the leash to the basement where I got my first lookat his dungeon. It was indeed modest. In one corner was a wooden pillory devicewith holes for the head and arms. It evoked memories of childhood stories wherethe Puritans were publicly punished for such transgressions as falling asleepin church. A metal bar about four feet wide hung from the ceiling and I assumedcorrectly that my wrists would soon be attached to it with leather cuffs. Ona bench lie a limited number of devices which I knew where either crops, catof nines and others for restraining purposes.
Next came the portion of training involving introduction to pain. I was attachedto the overhead bar and Tom proceeded to inflict lashes about my breasts, buttocksand crotch using alternately a flogger, crop and a cat of nine. I was toldto say "ouch" when my pain reached its upper tolerance level. Tom deftly administeredthe lashes and had no difficulty calibrating my threshold. He assured me thatthere would be no permanent scarring. I was then ordered to count off the lashesto my ass such as "One sir may I have another". I found it very arousing andit evoked memories of the scene in "Animal House" when the frat pledge soundedoff in the same manner as his ass was whacked with a paddle. My count reachedthirty before Tom decided to move on to the next exercise.
Tom explained that it was important that a submissive be conditioned fororgasm denial. For the first time I was introduced to the gag with Tom strappinga penis gag tightly around my head. I felt silly drooling and found it ratherdegrading. Oral sex wasn't my forte and Tom made it clear that one purposeof the gag was to prepare me for just that. The other purpose which he didn'tstate but which I knew anyway was that my moaning through the gag would bevery arousing to him. He went upstairs leaving me alone for slightly less thanfive minutes before he returned. I tried hard not to panic and was greatlyrelieved when he returned.
Still I wasn't prepared for exactly what he had in mind. He took a shallowpenetration dildo and attached some type of plastic cord to a small ring onthe outer edge of the toy. The cord was further attached to the ring on mycollar and the toy dangled from my neck. He then inserted it into my clit lipswith the short length of the cord pulling on my collar and forcing me to bowmy head. Commanding me to look at him forced the toy out of my cunt and mademe realize how little movement was required to dislodge it. Tom then turnedthe vibrator on to a low speed and reinserted it before removing it again.Even for the brief period it remained turned on I knew that I would experiencea rapid orgasm.
Tom then produced what looked like a flashlight with two metal prongs onits end. I correctly sensed that it was a cattle prod and I received my firstexposure to it on my buttock. It was mildly painful and caused me to flinchinvoluntarily. Tom said that the charge had been on low and that I would notwant to experience it on high. He then informed me that the toy would be reinsertedand left vibrating. It would be impossible for me to climax and avoid dislodgingthe toy. If I climaxed he assured me he would use the prod to zap my clit.
For the first time of the encounter I was truly frightened and even moreso since his ski mask prevented me from reading his facial language. I fearedI might be dealing with a psychopath who intended to torture me for days orweeks. As the toy was inserted and activated I began what was the most excruciatingexperience that I could ever recall.
As the toy hummed away I felt the impending orgasm. Tom stood in front ofme arms folded with the prod in his hand. He indicated I would have to keepthe toy in for at least several minutes. It took every ounce of effort I couldmuster to fight off the orgasm as the humming sent waves of pleasure throughmy body. Glancing at his watch Tom told me I was doing well and that it wasa pleasure to watch a submissive trainee display such profound arousal. Mynipples were fully erect, he knew I was soaking wet and my involuntary moaningbelied the pleasure I was experiencing despite my obvious terror.
Finally after what seemed an eternity Tom removed the toy. A feeling of reliefswept over me as he complimented me on a job well done adding he fully expectedI would fail the exercise. He then asked me if I wished to climax. I noddedfrantically within the constraints of the collar and Tom reinserted the toyand in a rough manner manually thrust it in and out several times causing aninstant orgasm. As the wave of pleasure ebbed I noticed the cattle prod wasno longer visible and hopefully would not reappear.
Removing my gag Tom once again commended me for my fortitude. He then madean announcement that was even more jolting than the one I had received fromthe prod. I would shortly be serving a dominatrix. "No way" I blurted out forcefullyand spontaneously. Without warning Tom took a flogger and delivered a lashto my pussy that was far more intense than any of the previous ones causingme to writhe in pain. It was my punishment for speaking without permissionand not addressing him as sir.
Tom's attitude changed abruptly and for the worse. He told me that my attitudewas poor and that I could expect to be confined overnight. If my attitude persistedI would spend the night standing in the stocks otherwise I would be allowedthe pleasure of a bed. Requesting permission to speak I tried a bluff remindinghim that I made my safe call and said I would be home by dark. He quickly calledmy bluff as when he left me unattended for a few minutes he had examined mycell phone and determined I had not made any calls. This cost me two more viciouslashes for lying this time one on each boob and left me in even greater physicalpain and fear.
Tom reinserted my penis gag which however distasteful at least preventedme from further speech indiscretions. He then gave me a brief lecture on whatto expect from the dominatrix. From his earlier interrogation he knew I hadno previous lesbian sex and that I found it very distasteful. Although he claimedall his trainees were subjected to it I sensed this was not so and only theunwilling were. The dominatrix would introduce me to pussy eating and strapon penetration in addition to taking other unspecified liberties.
I was told the dominatrix would be arriving shortly. Her name was Cindy butthat I was required to address her as "Mistress" in the same manner as "Sir". "Mistress" wasa Long Island based bounty hunter who moonlighted as a dominatrix. Almost oncue I heard footsteps upstairs. "I'll be right back Mistress has arrived" announcedTom. I knew I was in way over my head.
END PART 1
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