That evening, Emma had moved from panic to fearful to absolute panic. She did everything she could think of to relax. She was currently pacing in her apartment with a glass of wine. She never drank this early but desperate times and all that.

Her mind was a whirlwind of what if! What would Hannah Carver do? Who would she talk to? And where the hell was Mistress? Fuck that - Julee?

Not worried about sex or being prepared for either of her dominants, she had changed to sweatpants and t-shirt, her hair up.

D/s stuff was all on hold until this was —

Her phone buzzed a text. Julee - I'm here let me in

It was not a request. Emma rolled her eyes wondering where the line was. Did she no longer have a regular relationship with the blonde bombshell who had gone from mentor to lover to...Mistress?

She opened her door, wondering why Julee hadn't just buzzed up. Maybe it was another control test.

She was there, tall, gorgeous, in casual workout wear as if on the way to the gym. She walked past the nervous redhead without a word nor eye contract. Emma closed the door, and Julee tossed her bag on the couch. Julee looked at Emma as if she was a problem to be solved, not a valued friend or even a lover. It was a bit unnerving.

Emma began spewing. "What do we do? Hannah heard it all. She knows about us! A STUDENT! She said she was - "

"Sit." Julee snapped. Emma was shocked. "Now! sit… and be silent for a moment."

Emma complied with a huff of annoyance. There was a pause as Julee sat down across from Emma. She picked up the wine Emma had been drinking and drained the glass. "Lovely." She casually set the glass down and sighed.

"First, this is not as bad as you think."

"Not as bad - ?!"

"I said to be quiet. Do you understand the word?"

Emma's eyes widened and she looked down. "Yes, of course I do."

"'Yes, Mistress', would be sufficient."

"I wasn't sure we were - "

"Always assume so unless told otherwise. You need to be submissive right now. You need to be calmed. You need my help."

Emma softly resigned. "Yes, Mistress."

Julee continued. "Second, Hannah Carver has a massive crush on you. She would never do anything to compromise your position, nor have you disciplined by admin or the Board. That would be sad for her, right?"

Emma blushed. Then took a deep breath.

"And third, you did exactly what you were asked to do when you were asked to do it. Did you think I would ever put you in a position that would put you in danger?"

"No, Mistress."

"Good, I would not...ever. Now at the club or in private when we are in a scene there will be a sense of some danger. But it will always be controlled and ultimately safe. You must trust that, or we cannot continue."

Emma sighed, "I know that. And I do trust you, Mistress."

"And Sir feels the same way."

Emma's heart skipped at the mention of him. Her stupid cunt twitched. She hadn't had his cock in over a week. Julee noticed her blush and slight shiver. "Little red slut..." Emma blushed again.

"Now, today you were frightened by what happened in the bathroom. You could have done nothing, just hoped it would go away. You could have confronted Hannah, an option with a lot of pitfalls, yes?'

Emma rolled her eyes and nodded.

"But you contacted me. You knew I would be here. You relied on my ability to take control of the situation. Right?"

Emma took a moment. Oh my god, was this another test of loyalty and reliance?

"Right?"

"Yes...Mistress..." She was about to add more but thought better.

Julee smiled with just a little bit of menace and satisfaction. "Yes...you needed help, and you did the right thing. You asked Mistress.” She took a deep breath, and her impressive bosom rose and fell inside her tight workout shirt. Emma couldn’t help but admire those incredible breasts and long for the comfort of Mistress holding her to suckle.

"You did exactly as we had planned."

Emma's face blanched and her green eyes flew wide open. "It was...a test?" Julee continued the satisfied smile.

Emma nearly shouted. "Oh my god! Was Hannah in on it?"

Julee looked down for a moment as if contemplating how to start.

Emma could not wait. "I haven't shown enough obedience? I've done everything that you asked! Both you and Sir!"

Julee's voice had angry teacher growl. "I said to be silent." Emma's mouth snapped shut and she sat back some, her face now red with frustration and embarrassment for disobeying as she was just talking about how well she obeys.

Julee went on. "Hannah Carver's mother is a member of the club." Emma's body shook as she had to swallow her shock. "She and I have been in rooms together and scenes. She is a submissive, and a damn good one. You could learn a lot from her. And...so could her daughter."

She leaned forward as if trying to explain something to one of her freshmen.

"Hannah has been sexually active for almost a year. She had borrowed one of her mother's dildos and found her collar and cuffs. She boldly demanded an explanation. Rosalie was mortified but told her the truth. Must have been the tone in her daughter's voice. Afterwards, the single mother of three thought she would be done for, lose her kids, her job, all of it. But Hannah surprised her."

Julee moved a bit and uncrossed her legs. "She is a very...perceptive young woman."

Emma nodded with eyes wide. Her pussy was tingling imagining Rosalie Carver in a collar. She was a very attractive woman with a phenomenal booty.

Okay Emma! Focus....

Julee continued. "Hannah asked for details and by the end of the conversation was highly aroused. She admitted to her mother that she liked BDSM porn and wanted to dominate some of her friends. Rosalie was dumbfounded and thankful her daughter did not have her mother on her to-dom list."

Emma gulped and salacious thoughts flew through her head that made her stomach lurch...in a good way.

"That next day, Rosalie contacted me and asked if I would be willing to talk to her daughter as she knew Hannah admired me." Julee shook her head and eye rolled. Emma let out a small laugh. "So, the next day I went to their house, and I talked to her. She was very eager and had already learned much from the internet. We spoke of trust and safety and aftercare. She had already researched it all. She proved to me that she had the maturity and the intelligence, so... I made a proposal."

Julee paused and sent a text. Then she waited for the response.

Emma's mind was a rapid reel of imagery on the edge of being flatlined. Her pussy was starting to stick to her sweatpants. After a moment, there was a knock at the door. Emma looked concerned.

"Is...is that Sir?"

Julee smiled with a little teeth and used her head to gesture Hannah to go answer.

The redhead teacher and slut pet walked to the door, fear and excitement boxing in her stomach. She opened it slowly and got another shock. How much more could she take?

Hannah Carver stood there resplendent in a brown leather mini skirt and a tight tan tank top. She had on an oversized jacket in the school colors of Blue and gold. Her hair was, as usual, big, loose, natural and curly. She was a stunning young woman. She smiled with lightning like power and raised her eyebrows. Her bronze-colored eyes burned with mischief, massive natural eyelashes fluttering provocatively.

"Surprise!" Without asking, she strode in on brown tall boots, her incredible hips swaying in teenaged temptation.

Emma was dumbfounded.

Hannah turned and said with just the right amount of authority, "Well close the door, teacher-slut. Nobody else is coming. Well, not yet at least." She smiled with a similar predatory nature as Julee had.

Emma complied, a mess of emotion and confusion, yet insanely aroused by the sight and the smell of this seventeen-year-old goddette. Her breasts were loose, and Emma's breath caught when Hannah took off her jacket revealing her pointed perfect nipples.

Hannah purposefully bent to set her jacket down and allowed her ass to face Emma. She spun in a flourish and sat next to Julee on the couch.

Julee was in teacher mode. "Alright, Junior Slut. Let's not overdo it." Hannah cheekily giggled at Emma who blushed and smiled involuntarily… then her face sank. The toilet...the orgasm...the shame.

Hannah laughed. "Look at her face, Mistress! I love it. Cum in any good toilets lately?"

Julee put a hand on Hannah's thigh and the teen was instantly silent. Obviously, Hannah knew what Emma was and who she served. Her anxiety-battered mind was starting to put together the hierarchy of this dynamic. The redheaded sub definitely occupied whatever was considered the bottom.

The concept of being used by any of them and wanting the humiliation lit her up to almost cum in anticipation. She was on fire with curiosity about the next step.

Mistress effortlessly took command. "Kneel, slut."

Emma complied, hands behind her back, chin up, brain scrambled.

Hannah gasped, "Perfect..."

Julee continued. "Emma, I think you can sum up what is happening here. If this is not to your acceptance and or tolerance now is the time to say. This is your only out...for now."

The twenty-six-year-old sexy redhead could only concentrate on her student whose eyes seemed to ache with lust. How could she possibly say no?

I mean, it is unethical but not illegal in this state, she thought. Mistress and Sir had approved. And as stated earlier, had never let her down.

Pride and resolve straightened her spine pushing her excited breasts out toward her new teen Domme. "I understand. I will be honored to serve...?"

"’Missy.’ Hannah will be known as 'Missy.' You will address her as such during these sessions. And yes, I meant plural."

Emma showed a bit of excitement and Hannah winked.

Julee went on. "At school she will only be your student." Hannah let out a scoff of teenage disappointment and Julee ignored her. "That is non-negotiable. This will be a one-month trial with a minimum of three sessions supervised by either myself or Sir. We will check in periodically with both of you. Communication will be key. Hannah, you need to know that your mother is on board with all of this and will keep an eye on you at home for any problems."

The teen rolled her eyes, "As if..."

Julee shocked them both by slapping the girl on her thigh. Hannah cried out.

Julee’s voice was ice. "You will not disrespect her, slut, ever. She is taking a huge risk here." Her face was inches away from Hannah who held still, a small red mark appearing on her perfect skin. "This is a privilege that I will revoke at any time. Clear?"

“Yes Mistress,” Hannah said as she felt the sting dissipate but also the strange arousal that came with it. Oh yes, she was definitely a switch.

“Tonight is session one. If all goes well, we will schedule session two. If at any time, either myself or Sir think things are not going well, we will stop, talk, and try to carry on. I hope you both know what a huge responsibility this is for all of us. You must not let me down.”

Julee smiled as the two said in unison, “Yes, Mistress.” She then nodded slightly at Hannah, whose face lit up like it was Christmas morning. Her grin of delight soon turned to mischief, bordering on cruelty as she gazed at the kneeling woman who was her math teacher.

Hannah removed her jacket and laid it on the couch. She then unzipped her leather skirt, peeled it off, and laid it next to her jacket. It was all methodic and purposefully slow. She stood with her hands on her hips, wearing an incredibly sexy pair of tan panties that showed a prominent and puffy camel toe.

Emma could not help but begin to salivate somewhat, her heart beating faster. All those months of trying to ignore what she thought was a silly schoolgirl infatuation that Emma thought she was not reciprocating. And here she was about to indulge it. She never thought she’d be capable of sex with someone this young let alone a student! The thought of tasting her was overwhelming her morality.

The beautiful brown goddette stepped forward, and Emma couldn’t help but gulp. “We can start with something simple, teacher-slut. Please me with your mouth and I will think about letting you do more.”

With one last connection to yesterday's dynamic, Emma looked to Julee for a hint of admonishment, hoping her teacher would tell her she could skip this part of the exam. Not because she feared not liking the taste of Hannah's teen twat but rather fear of liking it more than she could emotionally manage.

Julee was annoyingly unreadable.

Hannah dropped her voice an octave to imitate Julee. "Oh, and naked. That's non-negotiable."

Julee lifted one eyebrow at the boldness.

Emma was more than happy to respond. She stood and removed her shirt in the same swift motion. Her lovely breasts bounced as if balls on the playground. She peeled her sweats off and tossed them on top of the shirt. Before either of the other women could say anything, she was once again on her knees, hands behind her back, rack of breasts proudly prepared. The whole thing took five seconds.

"Fuck...that was impressive." Hannah knew she needed to be less surprised by the actions of her first sub but come on, that was amazing. She stared at Miss G’s nipples and was lost for a moment. She had to clear her throat, "Um, uh - proceed."

Emma reached forward and slid her hands up the back of Hannah's insanely fit legs causing sweet goose flesh to rise up. Hannah hum-sighed in reaction. Emma's heart leapt and she smiled knowing she had pleased her new young Domme. Emma's hands reached the firm youthful butt cheeks of the athlete, and it was her turn to sigh. They were perfect - round, firm, just the right amount of give.

Emma hooked the waistband of the girl's panties and held her breath as she slid them down revealing her swollen sex. The gusset held for a brief second, the stickiness of her need holding on for one last moment of bashfulness.

Emma recalled that first night in the old apartment when Sir first took her. The mirrored moment was like sexual candy.

There before the young teacher was the perfect pussy. The folds of Hannah's labia had slightly parted revealing a fuchsia tone between purples and black. An actual drop of her arousal clung near her urethra and shimmered like dew on a rose petal. It was sheer perfection, and she couldn't wait to --

"Don't fuckin' look at it, Miss G! Eat that pie!"

Emma shook her head as if coming out of a trance. She looked up for one more moment of clarity when Hannah scoffed and grabbed her red hair and shoved her face into the brown and black vulva.

At first, she just let the wetness spread across her mouth; the aroma to sneak in and wrap around her soul. This was like nothing she had tasted thus far. Then the young woman started to move her teacher’s head, and Emma began to actually lick and suck. The lips were swollen and delicious but smaller than Mistress. Her juices were a summer bittersweet, as if they hadn’t quite ripened yet.

Emma very quickly found the swelling clitoris. It was small like a pebble, yet alive and reactive. A few flicks of the tongue and a gentle suck and Hannah started to shake.

“YessSSS! Slut! Suck it!”

Emma moaned into Hannah’s pulsing, wet folds and the young woman shook in pre-orgasmic delight. Emma slipped fingers down the gyrating ass crack above her and moistened them with the many drops of fluid coating her own chin. She then began to rub on Hannah’s tight pink and brown star.

“OH FUCK! You little whore! You want my ass? Perfect.”

Hannah took a tighter hold on Emma’s hair. The discomfort in her scalp was welcome and highly arousing. The perfect tight round ass above her was now resting closer to her face. Hannah’s asshole now hovered right over Emma’s hungry and eager mouth. She spread her legs to add more support to her kneeling body.

Emma didn’t know it, but Hannah had leaned back and was supporting herself on the nearby couch. Julee had gotten into the fun and was playing with the young woman’s tight almost black nipples. Then the two of them began to kiss.

Emma vaguely heard Julee say something commanding and Hannah responding, “Yes, Mistress!”

Apparently, it was a command for an orgasm. Nerves inside flawless thighs up to rose shaped navel exploded inside the young woman. She cranked her body forward again, allowing her quivering cunt to shake and spasm over her favorite teacher's open lips. Emma was completely lost in blissful ecstasy, nearly orgasming herself. She knew better than to do it without permission and the ache of anticipated begging was driving her to new humiliating heights.

She snuck in a few pelvic grinds against the rug, hoping Mistress was distracted by the body above her.

As Hannah came down from her orgasm, she held Emma’s face hard against her. Emma was literally being smothered by teen twat and decided it would be a good way to go. She could not believe how good it tasted; how good it felt to be used by this stunning creature. Hannah backed off a bit and looked straight down into Emma's face. It was wet and flushed, and she was panting. Her whole affect was saying, 'Please use me more.'

"Lie down on the stool thing."

Emma climbed up to her elongated ottoman and lay out, perfectly displayed for use and abuse.

Hannah pursed her lips, and Emma knew it was coming. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide and soon felt a stream of warm spit dripping into her mouth. It was no different than kissing the girl with passion and tongue but definitely was a sign of ownership; of who was now in charge. Emma shuddered.

“Well done, teacher-slut," Hannah growled in post-orgasmic satisfaction. Hannah looked at Mistress who nodded permission. Hannah then slapped each of Emma's C-cup breasts and the teacher yelped in surprise and excitement.

Despite having this sweet young thing almost sitting on her chest, Emma was still able to speak to her. “Thank you for using me, Missy”

Hannah tossed her head back and laughed a wonderful, sweet hearty sound. “Fuck-fucking perfect!”

She then moved her body to the side of Emma and bent down and kissed her passionately.

Finally, they both thought.

Then the young thing took her teacher’s breast in her mouth and sucked hard drawing her to the point of pain. Emma arched up off the ottoman trying to get more of her breast into this gorgeous young woman's mouth whose hair was everywhere.

Suddenly she felt something she did not expect. The head of a cock was entering her dripping and aching pussy. A dildo? No, too warm.

“Well done my sweet slut. Looks like you need a reward for such wonderful work.”

Emma looked up absolutely ecstatic to see Sir naked from the waist down, his majestic cock penetrating her with fullest familiarity.

Slightly disappointed to be losing focus. Hannah popped off the sweet tit with a loud noise. She wide-eyed watched as the very impressive cock pushed into the pussy she was dying to taste.

“Now don’t worry, Junior Slut,” Julee comforted her with a hand on her ass. “You’ll be able to taste her shortly. In fact, you can clean her out and the two of you will share it with me. In the meantime, get over here and eat my cunt like last week. I’m on fire after watching the two of you.”

Even in the daze of Sir rapidly pounding her with his powerful prick, Emma was able to watch as her now naked mentor and mistress grabbed the beautiful young sexy creature by her hair and literally shoved her face in between wide-open mature thighs. Hannah gave no protest and was soon bobbing her head in oral servitude.

Emma was not surprised that Sir, an incredibly strong man in his fifties, was able to lift her and flip her without leaving the confines of her cunt. She yelped but soon arched her ass up. He rewarded her movement with four solid slaps on her ass and lower back. She winced and squirted a bit as her body responded to their familiar ownership dance.

"Thank you, Sir. I deserve worse..."

Sir was soon gripping her hips and slapping his balls on her clit as his ramrod found its favorite cove. "For what, slut?" He added a few more spanks in rhythm with his driving cum seeker.

"Fucking a new Domme without your permission. - Oh god, sooo deep...!"

"A perfect slut and cum whore, Sir," Julee laughed. Hannah moaned from her locked position eating out Misses Monroe’s delicious mature pussy. An orgasm was imminent.

Matt laughed and grunted as he picked up the tempo and leaned forward knowing it would hurt some. Emma cried out and opened her legs more. "You were told you had permission, but I - ooof yes - appreciate the honesty. I shall reward you - Oh Fuck - with my seed, my red whore."

"Pleeeease fill my unworthy cunt with your precious seed, Sir!"

Emma was on the verge of a massive orgasm. Her entire body was alight with sexual need. She slammed back against her master's pelvis as if clawing at a locked door. She was again surprised; this time by wet lips closing over her nipple. Hannah had made Mistress cum and was now helping her new pet to reach the same conclusion while spreading their mistress' cum all over Emma's full breasts. It was so utterly filthy.

Julee completed the picture by slapping Hannah's ass and then eating it out. The teen was on her back on the floor, her favorite teacher's nipple in her mouth. And the only other woman she had ever lusted after eating her asshole. She screamed out, "May I cum, Mistress?"

Julee laughed. "Yes, Junior Slut, but only when Emma does."

Emma was lost but knew responsibility was looming somewhere. "Puh...please Sir...OH GOD please!"

Matt was now completely naked and took over the room. "Hannah, I want to suck your nipples. Mistress, feed Slut your cunt." There was some movement, but he never stopped fucking her. Emma was soon deep in her favorite cunt and Julee held her head too tightly.

Hannah was kissing the older white man for the first time and then feeding him her nipple. She loved how he sucked her with his facial hair digging into her skin.

"Oh fuck Sir! Oh god!" She had a hand between her legs and was frigging her button in preparation for permission.

Emma was chewing and biting, and Julee was screaming, "YESSSS RIGHT THERE Fuuuuuck!"

It was time.

Matt slammed home and held still. He erupted with a growling, "NOOOWWWWW!"

Even the furniture had an orgasm.

“Ahhhhh!! Fuck me!”

“Ooo yes, slut! NNNGhhhh!”

“Thaaaank youuuu Sssssirrr!”

The wet screams and moans made Emma's ears hurt. She had a vague concern the neighbors may call the cops.

Again

Then … Panting, moaning, humming; Sir kissing Emma’s ass cheeks

Hannah jumped up and stretched. “Fuck yes! Anyone ready for round two?”

The host redhead mentality fell into herself and physically collapsed.

Bliss…

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Peace, Matt