Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... her core and was exactly what she wanted, no, needed.

Another on the left. Smack! Then the right in turn, Smack! Then two more to each.

Abigail gripped tighter her hair now matting on her sweaty face. Her ankles were shuddering about to give way, but she held firm.

"That is a sufficient start. Stand tall again."

Abigail did so and saw that Mistress was at the cupboard again. What device would she be subjected to next? She waited with her hands behind her, the unknowing making her heart skip and a mini orgasm pop off within. She did not understand these knew feelings and she did not care to. They were spectacular and precise, and she craved more.

Mistress stood to Abigail's right and took her breast in her hand. Abigail sighed at the contact.

"I surmised you enjoy having your nipples touched." She rolled the pink and brown protrusion through her fingers.

A sudden sharp pain hit Abigail and she instinctively pulled back only to feel a hard tug. She looked down and saw a gold clamp on her reddening nipple. Its teeth dug in. Attached was a jewelry chain and at the other end...

"Turn to me." Abigail did so, her breath static puffs through her nose. She stood tall again and shook in anticipation as the second set of teeth bit her left nipple.Discipline,she told herself. The new pain offered an alchemic emotional spike that spun her inside. Such a bizarre new language her body was learning.

Mistress held up a small badge. "Look closely." Abigail did ...

... through wet, half-lidded eyes and saw the school crest engraved and "Property of..." above it. She watched as Mistress hooked it on the middle of the chain and released. It dropped hard and yanked the perfect nipples with it.

"OHH It burns so!"

Mistress stood tall snapping, "Do you no longer want to serve?!"

Abigail stood tall again. The tug on her nipples was excruciating in its intensity. "MMMffff...No Mistress. I want to seeervvve."

"You are a Toy. Say 'This toy wishes to bring pleasure.'"

Abigail nodded and repeated, "This toy wishes toAh bring pleasure, Mistress."

"High Marks, My Toy," Mistress headed to her desk and picked up her phone, still used for intra-school communications.Who was she calling. "Yes, come in."

Abigail was suddenly out of the new world and horrifyingly thrust back into the previous. She looked at the door in panic and saw it opening. She went to grab her clothes and stopped short.

"No! Stand up! NOW!" She did so. Tears forming. This would be the end of her...

A familiar male voice sounded. "Yes, Mistress?" It was Mr. Carson the school's administrative secretary.

"Yes Carson, I am taking her down. Gather her things and take them to the changing room for after. And warm some balm. She will need it. Toy, come." She headed back through the door to her rooms and Abigail followed, shame consuming her. She could not make eye contact with Carson and was a bit shocked when the older man slapped her sore ass.

He whispered as Abigail ...