1. My Training Begins


    Date: 10/4/2023, Categories: Lesbian Author: mature_joanna 

    My mind was in a whirl after Miss Susan left; what had I let myself in for? I realised that I really knew nothing about her and that she looked really young. I assured myself that she had to be at least eighteen to have been in the club, but should a woman of forty-five be in a relationship with someone that young? Thinking about it, I realised that she absolutely did excite me and that I craved her attention. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in a state of turmoil and sexual frustration; I was so turned on, yet I didn't dare do anything about it. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well and rose early to shower and get ready for Miss Susan's arrival.

Shortly after ten o'clock, the bell sounded and I composed myself and answered the entryphone. Sure enough, it was Miss Susan. I buzzed her in and, as I had been instructed, knelt naked on the floor facing the door, with my eyes down. The door opened and I remained in position, an itch starting between my legs as she walked around me, slapping my arse a couple of times.

She stood in front of me, saying, "Kiss my feet."

Bending low, I obediently kissed them.

"Good girl Joanna, you can stand now."

As I stood, I could see that she was once again in jeans and T-shirt. Putting her arms around me, she kissed me deeply, telling me that I should not be afraid to hold her as well. Relaxing slightly, my arms went around her, one of my hands cupping a buttock. As we kissed, I felt her hand pushing through my ...
    ... pubic hair and finding my wet slit. Giggling, she slapped my arse, again, calling me a naughty girl for being so wet.

"It's nearly time for your appointment, pet. Follow me," she said, as she went into my bedroom. Opening the wardrobe, she selected the mini skirt and crop top she wanted me to wear, together with a pair of four-inch stiletto sandals. It didn't exactly take me long to get dressed, swallowing hard as I saw myself in the mirror, the skirt at the top of my thighs and my nipples visible under the top. Smiling, she told me I looked perfect.

As we exited the apartment, it occurred to me that, if I was going to be going out dressed like this, the neighbours might wonder what was going on. I mentally shrugged it off, seeing as I didn't yet know any of them anyway.

Holding hands, we walked the fifteen minutes to the beauty shop. I could feel my skirt flipping up at the back as we walked and I sincerely hoped my arse wasn't on display to the world. As we were walking, she told me that Christine would be doing my treatment and that I must be polite and address her as Miss Christine. I nodded my agreement and assumed that, if and when she introduced me to more of her friends, I would also be addressing them as "Miss" and resolved to do that without prompting.

I was quite surprised to find that the shop was closed when we arrived, but Miss Susan told me that it was a private appointment, ominously adding, "This time anyway."

She rang the bell and the door was ...
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