Bites and massages...

Grace gives you a fearful look as you stand slowly. “Good pets get on their hands and knees for their mistresses,” you tell her as you motion to the ground, your eyes a mixture of tenderness, lust, and anger. Grace gulps softly as she kneels slowly, then bends over until the palms of her hands touch the soft carpeted floor. You walk towards the door, opening it as you turn to face Grace. “Follow me, pet.”

“But Jane...Mistress,” she corrects herself quickly when she notices the fire in your eyes flash. “I'm wearing nothing but a skirt and socks. I can't go out like this.”

Leaving the door open, you walk over to where Grace is still on her hands and knees. While you do not speak in a loud voice, you make no effort to whisper or speak softly, allowing anyone who might be nearby to hear. “You are my pet, my bitch. If I tell you to do a striptease in the gazebo on the commons, then eat me while you are naked, you will do it. If I tell you that you have been naughty, you beg for my mercy and for me to punish you. If I tell you to crawl behind me, you crawl like the bitch you are...understand?”

Grace nods, the breaking of her will and spirit starting to show in her eyes. With that you turn around and walk out the door as if nothing is wrong. Grace crawls slowly behind you, her head hung low so that no one can see her face. As you pass a small group of girls walking the opposite direction, you call sweetly, “Hurry up, pet.” You walk slower so that Grace can hurry to your side...and the rest of the girls can see your submissive toy.

After leading Grace around the floor for a few minutes, you take her to your single occupancy room. You unlock the door and open it, motioning for Grace to follow you. With that, you make sure the door is still open, then you pull the chair out from behind your desk and face Grace as you sit down. “Stand up and take off your skirt, pet.”

Grace takes one look at the open door, then back at you and nods as she slowly stands, slipping her school uniform skirt off as she stands. Then she looks at you waiting, wearing nothing but her black calf school socks, fighting to keep her facial expression passive and her hands from covering her nakedness. You smile and nod your approval as you motion for Grace to approach you. Once the girl stands before you, you slowly stand up, your eyes full of sweet romance as you slowly remove your shirt and bra, inwardly smiling as you see your new plaything trying not to stare at your full, vivacious breasts. Then you slip off your shoes, pants, and panties so that you stand next to her, completely naked.

With the caress and the sweet smile of a lover, you gather Grace's tender young body into your arms as you kiss her. She inadvertently moans into your mouth as your lips and tongue tastes her mouth. At first, Grace tenses, unsure of what to do. Your hands glide down her soft back and stroke her hair as you kiss her, waiting until she relaxes in your arms.

Once Grace surrenders to your touch, you pull her into your lap as you sit down. With Grace in your lap, you cup her right breast into your left hand, lightly rubbing the palm of your hand against her nipple as you massage the pert young flesh. As you massage her, your right hand explores Grace's hips and belly as your mouth wanders from her mouth to her neck and shoulders. You alternate randomly between kisses, licks, and nips, leaving no mark just yet and giving her just enough pain to excite her with your bites.

Within minutes Grace is trembling in your lap. You use her submissive arousal and fear as cue to take things a step further. You lean down, using your left hand to lift her breast so you can kiss and lick the light film of sweat gathering on the underside of her breast. At the same time you slowly work your right hand between her legs, inching your way up to her clitoris.

“How do you feel, my darling?” you whisper softly, just before using your tongue to pull her nipple into your waiting mouth.

“Ohhhh, Mistress....it feels oh...so good...” Her legs open reflexively as she leans against you, her will completely overtaken by lustful submission. You growl deeply and predatorially as you grasp the nipple into your teeth, pulling it firmly but carefully as your first and middle finger push against Grace's clit. Her shivering increases.

“Not yet, my pet...not until I say it's okay,” you whisper before repeating the bathing, tasting, and biting ritual on her left breast this time. All the while your clit massage slowly coaxes her open so you can slide a finger inside her. You hook the finger inside her and pull so that you can go deeper and massage her g-spot as you bite her left nipple. Grace bites her lip roughly to try to keep from screaming.