To the campus

The smell of her juices is still on my face as Sarah leads me out to her car. On the way, she tells me not even to think of wiping my mouth, she wants everybody to see my badge of honor for being priviledged to serve my mistress. I blush but at the same time a by now familiar tingle consumes my body.

In the car, I'm ordered to place my feet on top of the glove box, spread wide of course. We have underwent this routine many a times, and it takes just a quick glance at Sarah and a nod of hers and I shove a finger in my moist pussy. Within five minutes I'm soaking wet and the aroma of my sex fills the air in the car. I'm so consumed with my lust, I hardly pay attention to our direction, so I'm surprised when she drives onto the main parking area of the university. Sarah stops the motor and looks at me.

"Tell me what my little slut wants."

"I want to please you, Mistress Sarah."

"Isn't there anything else you want, right now?" Her eyes glide meaningfully to my dripping cunt.

"N-no, Mistress S-Sarah. M-my wishes are n-not mine to c-command."

"Really? I would wager a huge bet, my little slut cunt would love to finish off what she had started. Ain't I right?"

Oh, god, she's again playing these mind games with me. I'm aware that whatever I answer, chances are it'll be wrong. Carefully I choose my words.

"I... I, uhm, yes, b-before I came to be my mistress' slut cunt I'd have loved to come right now. B-but all that m-matters now is w-what my mistress wants."

Sarah's eyes shine with pride. "Ah, looks like you're really starting to know to place your desires beneath mine. Still, your answer hints to the possibility that I might be wrong, right?"

Now she got me. "What?"

"Have I confused you, my pet cunt?"

I nod helplessly. "I... I mean..."

"No, no, no, wrong answer, pet. You are not meant to 'mean' or 'think' or 'believe'. You're just supposed to do what I tell you. Now, answer me plain and straight: Is you hot body ready to cum or not?"

"Yes" I whisper subdued.

"And do you want to come? Answer honestly!"

"Yes" I say even more silent.

Instantly Sarah has her hand in my hair, yanks my head down to her side and screams at me: "Wrong! You stupid, fucking slut! You don't wanna come, cuz I haven't allowed you to come, you insolent bitch!"

"Nooo, mistress, pleaaaase, I don't wanna cum" I scream in pain.

"What, you have lied to me?"

"Gods, noooo!" The pain from my hair is driving me insane, yet at the same moment my pussy starts throbbing like mad. "I haven't lied! I... I..."

"Fucking, useless bitch! I see you need yet another lesson." Releasing my hair, she pushes my back to my side. I sob and shudder from the sudden rush of fear. "Look in the glove box, and take what's in there and put it deep in your wet cunt!"

With trembling fingers I do so. From the box I take a huge, black dildo, at least 10 inches in length and 3 in width. With violently beating heart, I pull my tiny g-string to the side and insert the hard plastic object in my gushing cunt. I moan from excitement as it fills me out well.

"Now play with your nipples to make them hard and fat!"

I comply and place a thumb and a index finger on each of my little nubs. They are already erect and sensitive, and I don't need to rub them a lot to make them protuding from my skimpy blouse like stone columns in a greek temple ruin. But the fire in my tits is playing weird games with my mind and the throbbing presence of the dildo in my cunt gets me to the edge of orgasm soon. I clench my lips together to stifle a moan, but one look at Sarah's gleaming eyes tells me she is well aware of my current state of arousal. Finally I can't help it and press my thigh together as hard as I can to use the pressure to relief some of the mounting need in my sex.

"Now, do you want to come again, slut cunt?"

"Nooo!" I scream with straightforward determination, even though my pussy is throbbing and my oversexed senses are running riot on me. But my fear of Sarah is bigger than any else, so my denial is pure and honest this time.

"Ah, much better, pet." Sarah smiles gleefully and bends towards me. Involuntarily I shrink back a bit, but Sarah deems to ignore my little mishap this time. "Now listen well: Whatever happens tonight, you'll follow my orders to the last word, or else I'll make you regret the day you were born." Swallowing a dry lump in my throat I nod, as I still roll my burning nipples between my fingers. "I wanna hear you say it, Amanda."

Oh, she really means it, when she chooses to adress me with my forename. Usually she just adresses me as cunt, ****, pussy-licker or whatever name she wants to call me with. But I've come to understand, that whenever she uses my real name, something tough is looming at the horizon. Gathering all strength and determination I have left I say: "I shall follow each of your orders to the last word, Mistress Sarah, whatever you order me to do!"

"Good. Now stop playing with your tits like a wanton slut and get your hot ass out of the car!"

I almost jump the gun on complying to her commands. I open the door, turn around - which sends another hot jolt of lust into my pussy as the dildo rubs against my inner walls - and scramble out of the car. The moment I straighten my legs to stand upright, the cold evening air embraces my body, running through my crotch, kissing my fat nipples with an exciting chill. 'Oh god, how will I survive this night with that thing in my cunt and I already so close to orgasm?' I think as I close the door and look at my mistress for further instructions.