Bedding the babysitter - S01 E30

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E30

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THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6th: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan

Normality had settled into my new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire. As Karen predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave. At least fifty girls were wearing thigh high stockings on Thursday. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy trend.

The day was normal, well my new normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both were wearing thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the two school-girl virgins they were. Near the end of class i said, "Sally you are very pretty and have gorgeous long hair. Yet, you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Let it down tomorrow."

Sally said, "You think so?"

I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so."

Sally blushed as I looked at Eleanor and said, "And you Eleanor. You are pretty too. You need to wear make-up, especially lipstick to showcase your luscious lips."

She said embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."

I said, "Tell you what. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I will give you a makeover."

"OK," Eleanor said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The bell rang as I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."

I left and headed to meet Karen. Karen grabbed my arm and said, "Today I plan to have some fun."

I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, "How so?"

"When I ask to go the bathroom," she explained, "You will wait a minute and ask to go as well."

My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.

Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but Karen added, "Do not disobey, slut."

Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan gave a lecture and Karen is way too nice to interrupt a teacher when she is teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, she assigned us some time to write a reflection. The topic was simplistic, "What key moment in time has defined who you are. gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going to make me write and what I wanted to write as well.

As soon as Miss Morgan sat at her desk, Karen asked permission to go the washroom. After getting approval, Karen left and I waited, my body a mix of turmoil. Both excited to please Karen and scared with the fear of being caught. I waited the full minute before asking to go the washroom as well. Miss Morgan gave a brief look of curiosity, maybe tying the two together, but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room, I quickly went to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I followed Karen in. She did not say a word, as she lifted up her skirt and I simply followed the implied expectation. I licked her pussy, in this awkward position for a couple minutes, long enough to have a shine on my lips and mouth. Karen then said, "Better get back to class. And don't you daer wipe off your mistress's juice."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said as Karen simply composed herself and left me in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom

I returned to class and sat to work on my project. When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled and then went back to work. As I worked, Karen walked over and whispered in my ear, "Make sure you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell your juices."

I sighed as Karen returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to achieve this demand. I waited for the bell to ring and then put my hand up.

Miss Morgan looked at me and asked, "What is it Jenny?"

"Oh, I just would like you to ask you about my essay."

"What about it?" Miss Morgan asked as she stood up and began to come to my desk.

I grabbed my essay rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far and said, "Can you read this and give me your opinion?"

"Sure," she said, grabbing a chair and sitting right beside me. She took the paper and read it silently for a couple of minutes. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt lingering on my face. I don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice it as she gave a peculiar look just as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk, her nostrils just inches away from my sin.

"So?" I asked innocently, making sure my knee now rested against hers.

"Well it is pretty good. Yet, you don't have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need quotes from the book to make your point."

"OK," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "That is really helpful." I didn't move, nor did she for a few brief seconds before she seemed to come to her senses and stood up abruptly.

"You should probably get to cheerleading practice," she said, "I hear Miss Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality."

I grabbed my stuff and said, "That she is." I then surprised Miss Morgan by giving her a hug and added, "Thanks for your help. If there is anything I can do to repay you, just ask."

I got to practice just in time and barely survived Miss Hopkins' marathon workout. When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, "I expect a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow."

"Should I use your name?" I asked cautiously.

Karen just shrugged, "You decide"

She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work. It was then that I realized I was supposed to start a new job tomorrow. I panicked and went to Megan's house. She answered the door and welcomed me in.

I said worriedly, "I just realized that am supposed to start work tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader's retreat to go το

Megan smiled and said, "No worries, I will give Krystal a call for you."

"Thanks," I said, a burden instantly leaving my shoulders. Max ran up, hugged my leg and said, "Jenny here to play."

I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I said, "Sure, I have a few minutes. A few minutes turned into an hour, before I saw the clock and realized had to go home,

As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a plece of paper. I took it as she explained, "It is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she often is on."

I gave her a perplexed look.

"For Miss Morgan," she said.

I looked at it and said, "Thanks," although I was unsure I would use

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and asked concerned, "Where's Karen?"

I answered, "She had to go to work."

"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded trying to hide her disappointment from me.

We had supper and Mom asked questions about school, cheerleading and Karen. She made sure to ask vague questions, but it really felt like when a friend is trying to find out if a boy likes her. It was adorable and yet a little creepy. There was no doubt about it; my mother had a crush on my teenage mistress.

After supper, I watched the Big Bang Theory and then went upstairs and wrote my new assignment. Below is the brief essay I wrote for class.

THE LICK OF LUXURY

In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are. For some they may not even realize they are important at the time. For example, the day you meet the boy you are going to marry may be rather unremarkable at the time, it is only on reflection you realize how important that day was. Other times, the moment is instantly recognizable, like when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you get your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key moment is a mixture of both, for finding myself, the real me, not the one others had seen for the past 18 years, was only found through the help of one woman. I found myself, when my Mistress found me.

Now I should note first, deep down I am a good person. I am compassionate, I am academically strong and I am somewhat funny (although that could be debatable). I love animals and I hope to change the world someday. I am easily emotional, as I cry when I see commercials for third world country children, I cry at lame commercials that pull at your heart strings and I often cry when i think about my deceased father. I guess the point of all this is, I thought I was a normal, emotionally drained, psychological stressed teenager, and maybe I still am. But my one secret, a secret I held close to my heart, was that deep down knew was a lesbian. This secret shamed me, but I held it inside, not allowing anyone in. At night fantasized about other classmates, about being their submissive pleasure toy and it was these fantasies that kept me sane. I read lesbian love stories online to deal with my unhealthy obsession and my sinful lust. Then I met my Mistress.

Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I babysit for her regularly. She is a single mother and one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She seduced me online (a long story and if you really want to know read Bedding the Babysitter parts one and two on and in one perfect evening my shame was washed away and I eagerly and thankfully accepted my role as a submissive lesbian. In my life everything is so stressful, but when I am pleasing my mistresses (I have two now) all my stress is gone. Sure I still have insecurities but I have learned to accept my sexuality and my need to please.

In conclusion, I have come to full terms with the fact that I am a lesbian, I am submissive and get turned on when I am called names or made to do naughty, inappropriate and clearly socially unacceptable things. I have also accepted that I need this degrading, this sexual humiliation to get the pleasure I need and to release the stress that used to dominate my life. Lastly, my mistresses have turned me into a confident sexual being and from this my true personality has been able to shine bright. I proudly wear stockings every day, I proudly submit to the every whim of my mistresses and proudly accept that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of other's pleasure

I finished my second draft and wondered if this was way too direct. What would Miss Morgan think? Then remembered I had Miss Morgan's secret code name. I went and searched her name, Wanda87. She was online and her profile, with no picture, was as follows:

I am a 23 year old English teacher who is looking for someone special. I have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new lesbian lifestyle..