Janie Holden

Janice sat in her office going over all the requests for entry into the university. She came across two applications that had been approved by the woman she had replaced as dean. Their names were Chantelle Williams and Martha Grainger both ebony Goddesses in Janice's eyes. Both were twenty years old and she discovered that they had good marks. She now remembered that she had met them at some university function and thought how she was taken by them. There was something so powerful about these two women which made Janice feel weak in her knees. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt for them even though she knew it was wrong. After reviewing their applications she sent out invitations to meet them and see if they would be a good fit for her university. Chantelle and Martha arrived for their meeting dressed to impress. Both wore tight dresses that hugged their curves perfectly, showing off their assets. Janice was dumbstruck, feeling herself getting aroused just looking at them. They also wore pantyhose which hugged their toned legs to test a rumour they had heard about the dean. They had heard stories about her being very strict and cold, but this didn't bother them much. The fact that she was also incredibly attractive only fuelled their curiosity. Upon entering the room, Chantelle confidently strode towards Janice, who quickly got up to greet them." Good afternoon, Dean Holden,"

Chantelle said, extending her hand to Janice. "Thank you for seeing us today. "Martha followed suit, smiling warmly at Janice as she shook her hand. As Janice offered them a seat her eyes lingered on their legs and Chantelle knew that the rumours they heard were correct it seemed the dean liked nylon. The trio settled down for their conversation, starting with some light small talk about the university and their respective fields of study. It wasn't long before Janice brought up the reason for their meeting. Chantelle looked straight into Janice's eyes, unblinking, her gaze intense and penetrating. She spoke with authority, 'We understand that our acceptance to your esteemed institution is quite rare. As they continued discussing their academic achievements, Janice found herself lost in their beauty and poise. Her eyes kept drifting to Chantelle's feet and Chantelle noticed this smirking. Chantelle's leg and her heel dangled until it dropped to the floor but she made no move to replace it on her foot. "Martha I think our dean has a thing for feet." Martha smiled "I think you are right Chantelle."Martha then decided to uncross her legs letting the hem of her skirt rise slightly exposing more of her smooth, toned thigh. "And Dean Holden seems intrigued by our choice of garments." Janice blushed furiously, unable to make eye contact with either of them. Her heart raced, and she felt a rush of desire, unlike anything she had experienced before.

She knew she needed to maintain composure, yet her body betrayed her. Seeing Janice's discomfort, Chantelle leaned closer, almost tauntingly. "Is there something you find appealing about our choice of clothing, Dean Holden?" Her voice was husky, teasing Janice with hints of her own desires. Feeling the heat rising in her cheeks, Janice tried to maintain her composure, knowing she could not give in to these temptations. "I apologize if my attention has been inappropriate, Miss Williams. Please forgive me." She looked away, her focus now on the documents scattered around her desk. "Miss Williams, Miss Grainger, I must say that your qualifications are impressive. However, there's a certain protocol that needs to be maintained. Your clothing choices may seem provocative, but I insist that you adhere to the dress code in place here at the university." Chantelle smirked, amused by Janice's attempt to uphold her position of authority. "Forgive me, Dean Holden, but our fashion choices are merely reflective of our confidence and individuality."Martha chimed in, playfully challenging Janice's assertion." Ladies you will wear the school uniform for girls here at the university and that is final" Chantelle smirked "You may want to rethink that statement Ms. Holden" Janice was taken aback by Chantelle's audacity. "What do you mean, Miss Williams?" Chantelle replied casually as if it were a mere suggestion. "Well, perhaps we can make an arrangement.

You know, a trade of sorts." The atmosphere in the room thickened, filled with a sense of sexual tension and hidden desires. Janice struggled to regain control of the situation." Miss Williams, and Miss Grainger, please understand that such arrangements are highly inappropriate. Chantelle stood up kicking her other shoe off and walked around the table grabbing Janice's hair and looking into her eyes. She whispered seductively, "We both know that there's something you want to taste here." With a soft touch of her fingers against Janice's lips, she continued, "Let's not pretend that you haven't fantasized about it. We've seen the way you look at us." Martha, standing behind Chantelle, nodded in agreement, the gleam in her eyes matching Chantelle's. She pushed Janice down on the floor and shoved her nyloned foot in Janice's face "OK Dean lick my foot You want to taste me so bad" Martha had her phone out recording the confrontation." That's right, Ms. Holden. We have the perfect **** material." Janice's face flushed with shame and embarrassment, but she reluctantly began licking Chantelle's foot. Martha watched intently, her own feet dangling tantalizingly close.As Janice continued to pleasure Chantelle, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged. Sweat trickled down Janice's forehead, a mixture of arousal and fear. She glanced at Martha, her eyes pleading for understanding. Martha simply grinned, clearly enjoying every moment of Janice's humiliation.

As Janice licked and sucked on Chantelle's foot, Martha gently moved her leg forward, allowing Janice better access to her own shapely calf. Janice hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Martha with uncertainty, wondering if she should continue. Martha, however, gave her a subtle nod, signalling her approval. Janice hesitantly moved her mouth to Martha's shapely calf, slowly kissing and sucking along the smooth skin. Chantelle observed this with growing satisfaction, her eyes full of victory. As Janice licked and nibbled on Martha's leg, the two women took turns teasing her, giving her conflicting signals and pushing her further into submission. Janice, caught in this web of seduction, found herself losing her sense of self-control. She felt a surge of powerlessness, helpless in the grip of her darkest desires. Chantelle and Martha saw this vulnerability and seized the opportunity to take things further. They ordered Janice to strip, demanding complete submission. With trembling hands, Janice removed her clothes, her body quaking with fear and desire. Chantelle and Martha took turns tormenting her, teasing her sensitive spots with their expert fingers and tongues. Chantelle whispered in Martha's ear and she nodded then headed to the store room. When she returned she had a school uniform which would fit Janice. Chantelle gave it to Janice and told her to model it for them if she wanted them to wear. Janice, feeling submissive, obliged without question.

As she slipped into the uniform, she became acutely aware of her vulnerability and dependence on Chantelle and Martha. Her body was exposed and her arousal palpable. Janice was left feeling both humiliated and terrified. Meanwhile, Chantelle and Martha continued with the filming gathering more material. Chantelle and Martha continued to toy with Janice, using her own desires against her. They orchestrated an erotic game of power, taking turns dominating Janice, and exploring the boundaries of their newfound relationship. Janice, overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion, surrendered fully to their control. Her body ached with the sensual pleasures they inflicted upon her, leaving her begging for more. The once confident school dean now found herself entirely reliant on Chantelle and Martha, seeking solace in their embrace. Martha filmed Janice with her head buried in between Chantelle's thighs making sure not to show Chantelle's face. Chantelle held her in place as Martha directed her camera movements. Afterwards, they took turns filming each other while Janice submitted to their every command. Chantelle's body was perfectly curved, her breasts firm and erect, begging to be touched. Martha, on the other hand, had a sleek, slender figure with tight curves. Together, they created a mesmerizing duo that Janice couldn't resist. They then ordered Janice to straighten the school uniform and then took her out onto the grounds of the university.

Luck for Janice it was dark outside due to the late hour. Chantelle and Martha led her through the maze of pathways surrounding the university. The moon cast an eerie glow on the ground, casting long shadows from the trees and buildings. The sound of crickets accompanied their steps, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and excitement. Despite the darkness, the trio managed to navigate the campus with ease, their minds focused on the task at hand. As they walked, Chantelle and Martha teased Janice with their own experiences of sexual encounters and seductions. They took her to a secluded part of the university then they tied her to a lamp post pulling her hands behind the post. They stuffed their panties in her mouth and secured them with a scarf" Now Dean we are going to leave you here for an hour. You have that long to decide whether you want to remain dean or whether you want to be our bitch. You may be discovered or you may not. thrilling id it not" Chantelle said with a sinister smile. Janice felt a mixture of terror and anticipation as the minutes ticked by. The chill night air surrounded her, adding to the unease. The weight of the silence pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket. Janice's heart hammered wildly in her chest, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her muscles tensed, refusing to relax even in the face of the looming darkness.She scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement or life.

There was nothing but the unnerving stillness, the rustling of leaves far in the distance, and the occasional cry of a night bird. Time seemed to stretch on interminably, torturing Janice with its relentless pace. As the minutes ticked by, she started to notice a subtle change in her surroundings. The once vibrant campus now appeared abandoned, its buildings cloaked in a veil of silence. Janice's heart pounded, her pulse racing as she awaited her fate. Minutes turned into hours, time dragging by agonizingly slow. Gradually, her resolve weakened, her thoughts spiralling into a whirlwind of indecision. Would she continue living as the upright dean or submit to the dark allure of Chantelle and Martha? Was she willing to sacrifice her career and reputation for the fleeting temptation of these powerful seductresses? Despite the darkness, she noticed a flicker of light on the horizon. Chantelle and Martha returned and asked if she had made her choice. She nodded her head so Chantelle removed the scarf and panties but left her arms tied. "So Ms Holden have you decided?"Chantelle asked, her voice low and husky. Janice swallowed hard, her throat raw from the gag. "Yes," she finally answered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her laboured breathing. "I choose to submit to you." Janice looked down, her heart pounding in her chest. The words had escaped her lips before she could fully comprehend their implications.

Now that the decision was made, panic gripped her in its merciless grasp. As Chantelle released her arms, Janice's shoulders sagged in relief. However, the euphoria was short-lived as she realized the true extent of her predicament. She stood there, bound by invisible chains – one leading her towards a life of power and prestige, the other towards a world of unbridled passion and submission. The cool night air brushed against Janice's exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. Chantelle and Martha led her away from the secluded spot, their voices low and hushed as they discussed the terms of their arrangement. Janice followed them with heavy steps, her legs weak beneath her. "Good choice I would have hated to have to get you fired." She handed Janice a piece of paper. "Be at this address tomorrow evening in your school uniform" With that Chantelle and Martha both left Janice to walk back to her office. Alone again, Janice clutched the paper tightly in her hands, her heart racing as she tried to process the events of the past few hours. She couldn't believe what she had agreed to. How had she allowed herself to be manipulated so easily? It wasn't just the risk of losing her job – it was also the thought of submitting to these two women who had tormented her and exposed her vulnerabilities. The guilt and shame began to swell within her, threatening to consume her whole being. Janice knew that she must maintain composure and return to her office unnoticed.

Slipping on her shoes, she attempted to steady her footsteps as she navigated the familiar paths. As she made her way back to her office, she wondered how she would explain her absence to her colleagues. Anxiety gnawed at her insides, amplifying her already racing heartbeat. Each step toward her destination felt like an eternity, her feet dragging in the darkness. Arriving at her office, Janice found herself unable to focus on work.