I made a brief run home that evening to see to Sallie and Jay, but I went back to Lynn's house to spend the night, complete with omelets and skinny-dipping in the dark. We couldn't make love anymore; we were exhausted, but we didn't want to be apart, so we curled up in her bed and watched old movies, and then went to sleep in each other's arms. Although I enjoyed sleeping at her feet, that was nice, too.
Lynn didn't say anything, but I gathered she was so close to making her decision, she didn't care if anyone knew she had an overnight guest again. I was pretty close to making mine, too. I loved her so much, I was ready to tell her to go ahead and take the job and I would be with her. I just wasn't sure what form “with” was going to take. First of all, Lynn hadn't said anything concrete and I wasn't about to invite myself into her life any further until she did. Second, I wasn't about to set myself up for another disaster. If she backed out, I needed to be ready to protect myself. My plan was to wait and see, but also to be cooperative. She had made a wonderful overture and I would respond in kind as quickly as possible.
She made us a delicious brunch on Sunday morning and then I told her to report to me in my room after she had cleaned up the kitchen. I kissed the back of her neck and was pleased to see I could make her shudder with anticipation. I gave her gorgeous, tight ass a caress and went off to get dressed.
I had wracked my brain for something special to do to her in light of the previous evening's virtuosa performance. It might not be a whole lot different from what she had done to me, but as long as it was what she craved most, it would work. And we both knew what that was.
I dressed in my black uniform and practiced severe expressions in the mirror until Lynn knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I said harshly to set her up for the scene.
The door opened and Lynn peeked in, looking apprehensive. She was naked, of course. I pointed to the floor at my feet. She did a nosedive, prostrating herself with her face to my boots. I knew she wanted to kiss them. I could see her trembling with excitement.
“You may greet me, slut,” I grunted.
With a groan of relief, she threw her arms around my legs, opened her mouth and began licking my boots in broad, hungry strokes. It seems I could almost feel the warmth of her breath and tongue as she attempted to eat my boots right off me.
“Oh, God, Major, I missed you so much,” she said, and I realized she was crying, just as I had when she received me as her slave the day before in her bedroom. It was a wonder we managed to switch at all, so great was our need to be submissive, and to have someone strong to whom to surrender completely. No wonder, however, that neither of us had been able to give up on the other. It would seem that love does find a way.
“It's all right, Lynn. Take your time,” I said gently. Dominance isn't mean, it's a kindness to those of us who need it.
She licked and kissed until she had calmed down and was purring happily, her face against my instep. It was time to lead her further into subspace.
“Up on your knees, Lynn,” I ordered, gentle as ever, and she responded gracefully, waiting patiently for my next command.
I took out a thick black bandana, folded it and used it to blindfold her. “This should be tight, but not uncomfortable,” I said.
She reached up and tested it. “It's good,” she confirmed.
“Now Lynn, you've probably been very bad since we were last together. I'll bet you've abused your staff and made sarcastic remarks to students and ignored parents and a lot of other nasty, bitchy things, the way you always do when you don't have enough discipline. You probably spend hours masturbating in your office when you should be working. Don't bother to confess them all to me; it would take all day. I'm just going to administer the punishment we both know you deserve. Come here,” I said, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. I positioned her across the bed on her stomach and took out my paddle.
“Do you recognize this?” I asked, tracing her ass cheeks with it.
“Is it… the paddle?” she asked breathlessly.
“Very good, and now I'm going to spank your beautiful little fanny until it blisters,” I said, and I let her have it.
I had her bouncing all over the bed, wriggling and squirming under the assault of the polished wood. Her backside reddened nicely to a rosy glow and I could smell her musk.
“Oh! Ow! Please stop, Major! I can't take any more. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't beat me! I'll be good! Ow!” She screamed and begged, but we both knew how much she was enjoying it. Lynn never came anywhere near using her safe word when she was getting a good paddling. In fact, I thought if I kept on long enough, she might have come just from being spanked, but she did have to be able to move with relative ease and sit down at work the next day. Time to switch to a new tactic.
“Get down on the floor, Lynn,” I told her.
She slid to her knees and waited, panting with exhilaration and arousal, to see what I would do next. From the bathroom, I brought out a large, coarse terrycloth towel and yanked the bedclothes down. She looked confused at the sounds I was making. I spread the towel on the sheets and ordered her, “Open my pants, slave."
Lynn crawled right over and did it by feel, kissing my pussy without permission, but I let it slide. “Get in bed on your back,” I said. I mounted her and began to grind my hips down into her, which in turn caused the rough towel to scrub her hot, sore backside.
She yowled. “Oh, Jesus, that hurts!"
“Too bad. Get me off, and do it nice and slow, so you can feel that towel scraping the skin off your ass.” I kissed her harshly, making her writhe with desire. Lynn's hand worked up between my legs and she began a slow, sensuous massage of my clit with her fingers. I sighed and she calmed down a bit, making me think she wasn't suffering enough. I got up.
“What's wrong?” she asked, sounding scared.
“Oh, I just don't think you're getting your money's worth this way. Too easy on you.” I pulled my harness out of the dresser drawer and strapped it on, inserting my largest dildo. “What are you doing?” She was more apprehensive than if she had seen the thing, although it was a whopper.
I got back on top of her and eased it in slowly, although Lynn was so wet and open there was no chance of causing her any discomfort. She welcomed it, and then I began to hump and grind, slow enough to make it last, hard enough to make it hurt. As she moved and moaned under me, I realized I was missing a good deal by not being able to see her eyes and I removed the blindfold. She blinked and smiled up at me, making my heart contract with love. I knew there were women who were technically, classically, more beautiful than she, but I didn't want any of them, only Lynn. I stayed away from her clit so she wouldn't come, and I would. Would I ever! And I would make her feel every spasm in her pussy and ass.
“Move! Make your ass rotate like it's full of ball-bearings,” I told her. “Do a good job and you may get to come sometime this week."
She put her hands down flat on the bed and began to hump up against me. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and it was a beautiful sight. I leaned down and kissed her, letting her do all the work, barely moving except to remind her what she was there for. I gave her a good, hard thrust once in a while, to make the chills run up and down her spine as if I might actually let her come. But she knew better, deep down, nor did she want to come so soon.
“Oh, Jesus, Major,” she groaned. “Oh, I wanna feel you come. Fuck me… fuck me… mmmmm… oh, pleeeeease."
I had that wonderful feeling once again that I was just what she had always wanted and I moved enough to keep her excited and moving. I mostly gave her a lot of the tiniest of thrusts and jabs, but occasionally I dug my toes in and rammed the dildo into her. Each time I did that she would arch up to receive it, eager but not frantic, because she wanted it to last.
However, I couldn't last with all those lovely wiggles going on under me, forcing the base of the dildo against my clit. And there was no reason for me to hold back, no reason at all.
“Lynn… Lynn… I'm coming,” I told her, looking down into her enormous blue eyes. “I want you to feel my come. I want it to make you ache. Feel it, Lynn. Feel me exploding, way down deep inside. Come on, honey, push up hard and take my come,” I urged her.
“Make me feel it. Make me feel it!” she babbled, her ass jumping all over the place.
I climaxed and my hard bucking motions made her grit her teeth as she pursued her own release, which I wouldn't allow yet.
“Ah! Lynn! God! That's so gooood!” I screamed as spasms made me writhe out of control. I was really grinding her butt into the bed with my pleasure, and I was vaguely aware that she was also screaming from pain or frustration, unable to join me but forced to endure my ecstasy. She clutched at me, trying to get more contact with her clit, but even in the throes of orgasm, I leaned back away from her and wouldn't let her have it.
“Unh! Unh!” she grunted, trying to make me give her an orgasm, but I held her still until I was ready to get up, then I pulled out of her and took off the dildo. She rolled back and forth, keening in agony. I knew how close she had been, because she put me there all the time herself.
“On the floor, Lynn,” I said, closing my pants. I would come again, and definitely before she did.
She slid out of the bed to the carpet and licked my boots. “Please let me come,” she pleaded. “Please please please."
“Bring your stool over here and shine my boots with your pussy,” I said as though she hadn't said a thing.
Lynn jumped up and hustled to do as I said, then knelt and looked at my boots hungrily, quivering with the effort of waiting for my command.
“You really want it, don't you?” I inquired idly, sitting on the bed and putting my right boot up on the stool.
“Please, Major,” she whimpered.
“Put your pussy on my boot, but stay still. If you move, I'll make you get off again, and I won't let you back on until you shine them with polish. That takes half an hour,” I informed her.
“Yes, ma'am,” she said and carefully rose to reposition herself on the leather. “Oooooooooh!” she groaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her clit made contact. She gripped my boot with her thighs and held very, very still, panting with the effort.
“Now, don't you dare move,” I reminded her, and I began to raise and lower my foot just enough to drive her crazy.
She began moaning and I knew how much she was loving it. “Hold onto my leg if you want, Lynn,” I invited. “Just make sure you don't move."
“Thank you, Major. You're so good to me, and it feels… wonderful!” Lynn enthused. Her thighs were trembling with the effort of remaining upright and not moving, but she managed to obey me.
“Now, I'm going to let you move, but just for a few seconds at a time, and if I tell you to stop and you don't, I'll punish you some more,” I told her.
“Are you ever going to let me come?” she pleaded.
“Do you deserve to come?” I demanded.
Lynn shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I'm a very bad little principal. I get off all day in my office.” She actually looked sad and I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing.
“Then behave. You can move now, but stay on my boot. Don't break contact."
She began to move slowly on the leather, sighing with relief. I let her go about ten seconds. “Stop!"
Lynn quit in mid-gyration, and held on, breathing with difficulty. She whimpered under her breath and looked up at me. I moved my foot, but she didn't waver. I caressed her cheek and she shuddered. She was very ready.
“Good girl. You can move another few seconds. But don't you dare come,” I warned her seriously. She nodded and began to slide on my boot again.
It was really quite delightful, controlling her like that, and her sensuous movements made my heart pound. I was getting wet again. I gave her a few more periods of movement, interrupted by orders to be still, and soon I was ready to get off again, flat on my back while she knelt on the floor to service me.
But there was one other thing to do first.
“Stand up, Lynn."
She rose quickly, but I could see she was aching and disappointed.
“Spread your legs and hold your labia apart with your fingers,” I ordered, and then I slipped the clip onto her clit. Her knees buckled and I caught her easily.
“Major…” she groaned.
“Don't worry. You won't come until I permit it.” I lowered her to her knees on the floor. “Open my pants and eat me until I come on your face,” I said to her. I sat down, lay back and draped my legs over her back as her tongue entered me. “Very, very slowly,” I added. “I want both of us to enjoy this."
I tugged the pillows over, fluffed them up and relaxed completely, giving no further orders. Lynn knew exactly how I wanted it and that was how I was going to get it. One great thing about Lynn and I together was that we both knew we would always come easily. Whoever was on the receiving end didn't have to think, concentrate or fantasize. All we had to do was live. Each of us was getting it precisely the way we needed to get off. Even though neither of us really wanted to be dominant, it meant so much to each of us to be submissive that we did it to totally please one another. I knew she needed me to come on her face, and she would make me do it, and I would enjoy it right along with her, and then I would give her the stimulation she needed in return. What a change from not getting it or having to do it with strangers!
Lynn was making all kinds of happy little noises, whimpering and sighing as she went down on me. Her strokes were accurate and perfectly timed. She would get the clitoral explosion she was after, the one that would make her own clit swell to bursting, and she knew without a doubt that once she was at her limit, she would come, even though I never gave in and said as much. It would have spoiled all her fun.
I confess my mind wandered back to what she had done to me the night before, though, and suddenly I was climaxing in her mouth, and she was squealing with delight, and I was screaming, my legs wrapped around her beautiful soft black hair. Her hands were under my ass, holding me against her face as several orgasms threatened to tear my legs off. By the time I was done coming, I was gasping for air and I thought I heard her giggle. But then she was licking my thighs and genitals clean and clearly enjoying the taste of me. I could understand that. I could never get enough of her, either.
“Lynn, baby, you are so good. You are one fantastic twat-licker, even if you are a mean little bitch of a principal,” I said fondly. I pulled her up onto the bed and kissed her while fondling her clip, and she began to jerk helplessly in my arms.
“Wanna come?” I teased.
“Ohhhh, Major! Yes, please let me come,” she begged nicely, her cheeks all rosy and her eyes sparkling with fun. It was impossible to imagine ever loving anyone else.
I fiddled and fooled with her clip a few minutes more, kissing her, cuddling her and making her twist and ache. When I judged her ready, I helped her slide on her back to the floor. “Legs in the air, ya little slut!” I ordered.
Lynn was confused, but she obeyed. I sat on the edge of the bed, reached down and took the clip off her. A sharp little gasp escaped her and her eyes were wide. Then I took one ankle in each hand and, sitting on the edge of the bed, raised my boot and began to lower it slowly toward her red-hot, swollen clitoris.
“Yes!” she shrieked. “Stomp on me! Please!"
Of course I wasn't going to stomp her, but I did crush her slowly under my heel, just like she wanted, and she heaved in ecstasy as her orgasm finally escaped. “Janieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she shrieked, out of her mind with pleasure. I held onto her legs and bore down into her pussy with my boot. Her ass pounded the floor and Paprika started barking, but there was no way Lynn could hear her over her own deafening yells.
Lynn came several times over the next few minutes, her ankles in my grip so she couldn't have stopped even if she'd wanted to. She didn't want to. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw went slack. I was briefly concerned she'd passed out or had a stroke or something, but then her eyes came back into focus and she croaked, “Oh, God, Janie, that was wonderful."
I took my wet boot out of her pussy and lay down on the floor with her, my hand in her now, gently bringing her down. Finally she curled into my side and began kissing my face and neck. Tears were running down her cheeks. “Sweetheart, darling, love of my life,” she murmured. “I will never let you go."
I believed her.