Headmistress’ Slut Ch. 04 by mummys dirty angel

BDSM – Headmistress’ Slut Ch. 04 by mummys dirty angel,

A sudden clap of thunder jolted me, rudely snapping my focus from a nearby conversation. I had been listening intently to two women while Marie, my Mistress, was away in the restroom. Sitting there, torn between rushing to her side and revealing what I’d heard, or staying put to catch the rest, I began to fidget, sensing a slow heat building between my thighs.

Both women, in their late thirties or early forties, were dark-haired and slightly older than me but younger than my Mistress. The one beside me had her long hair neatly tied in a ponytail, dressed casually in jeans and a thin pale blue blouse. Her black bra peeked through, framing her ample breasts, which were tantalizing to behold. I stole a few glances while pretending to watch the rain outside.

Opposite her sat a woman in a silk mint green blouse adorned with delicate flowers along the buttons. Her long, mostly straight hair cascaded with a slight wave, framing her shoulders and resting gently on her chest. She wore a long stonewashed denim skirt that ended just above her ankles, with heeled black boots peeking out from underneath. For a moment, my gaze lingered on her boots, imagining how high they might climb—perhaps to her shins, knees, or even higher, a heavenly thought.

Marie’s voice broke into my reverie as she returned to our table, her smile teasing. “Didn’t take you long to find another pair of heels to drool over, did it?”

“I wasn’t really looking… much!” I replied innocently.

“Sure, sure,” she teased, leaning in. “I know your tastes—heels, stockings, panties,” she whispered, her playful tone reminding me that even on our ‘free’ days, I was hers to tease.

Glancing up, I noticed both women watching us with curious eyes. I smiled nervously, ducking my head to hide my blush. Moments later, I glanced towards Marie, eager to share what I’d heard from the neighboring table. However, the two women had resumed their conversation in hushed tones, occasionally giggling, leaving me unable to catch another word.

“What’s so fascinating about them?” Marie queried.

I leant in, my face just inches from hers. “They are talking about Literotica!”

Marie chuckled. “We’re not the only ones to read sexy stories you know.” There was a slight pause as she sipped on her tea. “What were they saying?”

“They noticed my necklace and started talking about a story they had read about a headmistress and her slut.” I softly spoke whilst tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“Ohh, this could be interesting!” She gave me a mischievous look. “What shall we do?”

“We do nothing Marie. You said it would be nice to go out as friends and nothing more, despite you wanting me to dress this way.” I nervously picked at my fingernails. “You said we weren’t playing today. And besides, we’re out… ”

“That really doesn’t make any difference and if you think it did then you still have a lot to learn.” She grinned and shrugged, ignoring the slight concern in my apprehensive tone.

I knew trouble was brewing as soon as that familiar twinkle in her eyes flashed my way. The corners of her mouth lifted and a wicked smile crept on her face. Marie picked up her cup of tea and held it a few inches from her mouth. She cleared her throat and looked directly at me. “Well, you are the headmistress’ slut aren’t you?” Her raised voice quietened the two women on the next table, halting their whispers and giggles. My face flushed with embarrassment. What the hell was she doing? Marie took a sip of her tea and lowered the china cup to the table. “Well young lady, are you going to answer your Mistress?”

God, I couldn’t believe she was doing this here. I took three deep breaths and raced the words out of my mouth. “Yes I’m your slut Mistress.” I lifted my eyes towards the two women and the one with the heeled boots on raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Marie took my hand in hers. “See, wasn’t so hard to admit was it?” My face burned with shame. I shook my head and withdrew my hand from under hers. I sat there looking down at my lap knowing that the two women and my Mistress were staring at me.

There was a deathly silence for a minute or so until it was broken by one of the women. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is her name Ms Leoni?” I looked up to see the woman with the boots on looking at Marie. The other woman looked a little shocked at what she had heard and remained quiet, looking on curiously.

“Yes it is… and you are?” Marie confidently questioned. The booted brunette offered her hand to Marie and announced that her name was Nicole. “Pleasure to meet you Nicole. What else would you like to know about my… Ms Leoni?”

“I would like to know what Ms Leoni was thinking when she was looking at my boots.” Nicole said, inquisitively.

“I’m sure my slut would love to tell you. I’m intrigued as to what she was thinking too.” God I can’t believe she caught me eyeing her boots up. I kept my head down, fearful that this humiliation was far from over. The other woman to the left of me fidgeted in her seat and still sat in silence. “Well young lady.”

I hesitantly looked up and stared at Marie, then glanced at Nicole. “I like the heel on them and…” My face grew red again, I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. I looked over at Marie and she devilishly smiled. Another deep breath and I blurted the rest out, “and, I wondered how far up your legs they went.”

As soon as my sentence had finished, Nicole slowly raised her long skirt to just above her knee. I looked at the black leather boots and involuntarily licked my lips. Marie looked at me. She knew what I wanted, but god, not here, please, not here. Nicole twisted her foot, showing me the high heel of her boot. My eyes widened, gazing attentively at them.

Marie spoke, breaking my focus and thoughts. “Hungry, my little angel?” She shifted her chair next to Nicole and closed me in. On a cool and rainy late summers day, I was at boiling point. The air around me had become heavy and suffocating. As I sat at the table I could feel a warm band of sweat sweeping over me and between my thighs a clammy dampness was clearly evident. Nicole crossed her legs and her heeled boot came closer to me. I glanced around the café at a few people enjoying their coffee. They were totally oblivious as to what was happening in this corner. “On the floor Ms Leoni!” Marie quietly ordered.

I eased myself from my chair and onto my knees, lowering my palms to the floor. On all fours I crawled forward a little and began to lick Nicole’s boot. My tongue swept across the toe, lapping at the leather. From just behind me I heard an “oh my” coming from the other woman. I licked and kissed the leather boot, reaching higher to the top as it graced her skin just below her knee. I craned my neck to reach around the back of the black boot and snaked my tongue back down to the heel. Marie broke the silence. “I knew she was hungry for them.” Marie bunched a handful of my hair in her grasp and tilted my head to face her. “You can stop now, my little heel-slut!” I lifted my hands from the floor and knelt before my Mistress and Nicole. The other woman still sat behind me, appearing a little shocked and mesmerised at what she was seeing.

My pleated grey skirt that Marie told me to wear sat high on my thighs and the crisp tight white blouse was lewdly unbuttoned to my cleavage. My large bust heaved to be free at ‘normal’ times, but now, here in this café, it was too constricting in a blouse that was a size too small. My breaths were deep making my breasts rise and fall. This whole scene was far too embarrassing and my face continued to flush. To top it all, as I knelt on the hard floor my juices began to seep out of me and slowly they trailed down my thighs. I fidgeted slightly, gently rocking my hips back and forth, much to the delight of my Mistress.

“Now Nicole, watch my shoe. Come here slut.” On my knees I shuffled towards her. I knew what she was going to do and god, I didn’t have an ounce of resistance in me to protest. “Lift your skirt and show Nicole and her friend what a naughty girl you are.” I lowered my head in shame. The indignity of it all overcame me and my eyes welled up. A tear spilled over and Nicole’s friend murmured, albeit curiously, that this was enough. The woman stood up and suggested to Nicole that they leave. Marie put her hand on Nicole’s thigh and squeezed it. “I think you’ll want to stay for this…” She met the gaze of the other woman. “Sit down… I can assure you this is all for show.” Nicole motioned for her friend to be seated. Reluctantly the woman did. “Now watch ladies!”

My eyes lowered to the floor, humiliation burning right through me. I took the hem of my skirt and lifted it slowly. I reached the top of my thighs and hesitated. “Carry on my little slut.” Swallowing hard I edged it further up, over my thighs and hips. A simultaneous gasp came from the two women when they noticed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. “You see how naughty she is, going out in public without panties on!”

Nicole grinned, “very, very naughty.”

“Keep that skirt lifted high above your hips.” Marie pointed at my shaped mound of dark hair. “I did that yesterday. Matches the necklace don’t you think?” She chuckled, sending me deeper into humiliation.

“Ohh wow, it looks wonderful. You’ve branded her. Look, look….” She said pointing at her friend. Her friend stood up and looked around me. I thought she might have found it a little too much considering she hadn’t been an active participant in this charade, but to my horror she giggled and told Nicole that she liked it. I glared at her and knew that my only ally had now succumbed to my degradation. She pulled her chair up alongside Nicole and all three women looked at me, eyeing me up like prey. The twinkling eyes and the evil, wicked smile of my Mistress told me that she was revelling in her stature over me.

My eyes glanced around the café once more and this time it was empty with customers. I returned to my Mistress for a split second before reverting my eyes to a waitress now walking towards us. I smiled, knowing that this game was over and relief began to wash over me. Surely she would see what was going on and tell us to leave, wouldn’t she? I watched her intently, but before she reached us, Marie had turned around to her and asked if we could have a few minutes privacy, especially as we were the only ones left. The waitress nodded with a smile and turned on her heels and headed for the counter on the opposite side of the café.