An interview with her tutor - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

An interview with her tutor - Chapter Two

Having reported as instructed to her tutor's office, Jay discovers she is not who she thought she was, as she falls deeply under her spell. Jay was transfixed, in the last fifteen minutes her world had been turned on its head. Her aloof and sophisticated tutor, had revealed herself as a predatory lesbian dominatrix. She had already, with just her words and the slightest of touches, taken Jay almost to the point of orgasm. Now her tutor's hot blonde receptionist was going to join them in who knew, what kind of sexual games? Jay continued to stand beside her tutor’s desk, conscious of the eyes that were drinking in the sight of her sex. It was leaking copious amounts of lubrication, that now ran down the smooth skin of her inner thighs. The anticipation of the tall blonde receptionist joining them, further served to inflame her simmering lust. Jay’s thoughts turned to what she knew of the receptionist. Jay had spoken to her on several occasions. She was the conduit between the staff and the student body. An imperious woman of about forty, she was almost a stereotypical receptionist. She was abrupt, aloof and protective of her employers. Two of the striking features of Rose, as she now knew her to be, was her mass of tumbling blonde hair and large breasts. Breasts she made no attempt to hide, if anything she flaunted her ample endowments with tight tops or a plunging cleavage. A scant thirty seconds later she heard the sound of a key scrape in the lock. The door opened and ...

... Rose stepped across the threshold. She turned, locked the door and then faced the desk. She held her hands together in front of her, head bowed subserviently. “Sorry I was so long, Mistress. I had to switch the phones to automatic. Please forgive me.” “Never mind your petty excuses, Rose. Now show me, Rose, have you done as I instructed?” said Miss Hosty. “Yes Ma’am, precisely as you instructed. I hope it meets with your approval,” Rose replied nervously. She lifted the front of her pink dress to reveal a long pair of slim legs topped by a perfectly waxed pudendum, the pale vee between her legs split by her sex. She moved her legs apart until her feet were at shoulders width. As she did so, it became apparent that there was an item of jewellery suspended from her clitoral hood, a tiny gold padlock. “That seems to be as I instructed. Remember it symbolises my total control over you. You are under lock and key and only I have the key. Is that correct, Rose?” “Oh yes, Claire. Ohhhh I’m so sorry forgive me, Ma’am. You are the only one who may unlock my desires. I am here to serve you. You and you alone, Ma’am.” “How dare you use my name, slut. What have I told you about that? Your impertinence will have dire consequences. I will consider your punishment momentarily. Come here and let me examine your new piercing. Jay stand in the corner facing me. You may observe, but say nothing and do not touch yourself. And take off that ridiculous hooded top. Show us those nice young, slutty ...