Towards the sofa

Maybe you move towards the familiar in Rasna, maybe it is just the biggest target, maybe you have less control over your trajectory than you would like to believe. In any case you find yourself stumbling towards the sofa. However it is not Rasna who catches you, but Ms. O'Briain - the teacher. She laughs sprightly as you unceremoniously tumble into her arms, your face landing not exactly into her humble bosom, but against her flushed chest just above her prominent collarbone. Her lanky arms encircle you, her long spidery fingers entangling themselves possessively in your hair and shirt. While her grip isn't directly uncomfortable, it is definitely constricting, especially after one of her legs is thrown carelessly across your lower back.

The tight grip on your face leave you a very narrow field of view. You can see some of Ms. O'Briain's bony, her striking jaw and a hint of a smile lurking in the corner of her mouth.

You feel the softest of caresses on your exposed ass - teasing it's way towards your crack. It's Rasna, you realize as you hear her voice nearby:
"Need some help getting him hard again, Cara?" she says huskily, "I know just the thing.."

"I have no doubt," Ms. O'Briain says - not coldly but still very obviously claiming her stake. The hand groping your ass gets the hint and recedes, as she continues: "However I believe I can provide adequate stimulus, with less.. invasive methods."

"Well this we have to see.." Rasna says.

The entire exchange is light-hearted, almost flirty. It seems these women are closer than the silly power plays would suggest and you're struck by the realization that had you not agreed to this, they would have had to entertain themselves - and that it wouldn't be the first time.

The hold on you shifts slightly as Ms. O'Briain starts turning you over. Still groggy from Momm-.. Ms. Tyler's treatment, you comply. Suddenly you're left resting your head on her shoulder, sitting fairly comfortably between her legs. Ms. O'Briain has one arm bent across your chest and along your cheek, leaving her long fingers maintaining a grip on your hair. Her other arm is draped down your side, her hand resting on your thigh. On the opposite side she has a leg hooked over yours, spreading your legs open for everyone to see.

Ultimately the position is very intimate, but not inherently stimulating. Ms. O'Briain is mostly gentle with you, but the hand in your hair brokers little argument and leaves you staring into the ceiling. Suddenly you feel her breath, hot against your cheek, then your ear. For a few moments she seems content gently blowing into your ear, then she starts speaking.

"I bet you're very confused right now." She whispers and her voice has lost the slightly arrogant twang she addressed Rasna with, leaving it far more pleasant.

"What is this town? What is going on? What do they have planned for me.. But mostly.. What just happened?" She doesn't caress you beyond the minimal friction from your syncopated breathing, but her words whispered directly into your ear still sends a shiver down your spine.

"..I would hazard the guess that you never have tried anything like this. You're a grown man, not some mindless pervert. Yet with very little prompting you completely threw away any pride you have. Any dignity. Suddenly you're calling a complete stranger 'Mommy' and debasing yourself in front of a room of older women, all for the promise of a little pleasure.."

You hear giggling in the background, then shushing. You try turning your head to catch the owners of the voices, or maybe to look at Ms. Tyler.. At Mommy.. But Ms. O'Briain holds you firmly in place.

"You're likely thinking that you have been ****. Maybe Althea slipped something into that lemonade that lowered your inhibitions.. made you suggestible.. Or maybe she has some sort of special skill.. Years of experience taking men like you apart and turning you into boy toys. And yes - she has. But I'll let you in on a little secret.."

Ms. O'Briain suddenly runs her tongue up the side of your face. Not to tease you, you realize, but simply because she knows you will let her. Anything to better understand what's going on.

"..There is no trick. This is all you. Like any good hypnotist knows, it only works on receptible marks. You chose to be here. You chose to sacrifice your dignity for pleasure. You let yourself get turned into a complete and utter slut in a matter of minutes. Because it feels good. It feels so _good _to give up the pretense of self control. To admit to yourself and everyone around you that deep down you were always a pathetic, little pervert. You don't really want free will or self-respect. You just want a Mommy to take care of you and pamper you, and make all the hard decisions you're just too dumb and horny to consider.. Guess Freud was right about something after all - broken clocks and all that.
And the most fascinating thing, is that telling you all this isn't even me giving the game away, because you already get off on being dominated, on acting unseemly. Giving up your dignity turned you on more than the manual stimulation, even when you didn't understand how she held this power over you. Now that you know it's all you, it's going to feel so much better."

Ms. O'Briain turns your head so you can look at Mommy.. Ms. Tyler.. who is watching you keenly with a soft smile that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Once again Ms. O'Briain's voice worms its voice through your eye directly into your brain, "..Look at her.. I bet even now your mind is confused about what to call her. Is she still Mommy? Will she still love you, now that everyone here know what a pathetic, dumb, horny slut you are."

With every pejorative whispered tenderly into your ear, you feel a twitch of your still half-hard member. A spasm of life, like the monster on Frankenstein's slab. Ms. O'Briain obviously catches it too, because she continues:
"Does it turn you on to be called a dumb boy toy? A nasty pervert? ****? Slut? All these words wouldn't feel so good, unless they hit home. It feels good to be seen, after all. And now that we all know who we're dealing with, I think we're all ready to move on to the next part, don't you? The part where you get hard and we milk orgasm after orgasm out of your sore dick - and it will still feel good all the way through. Not because of something as simple as the physical, but because your brain knows that this is what you deserve."

Mommy is leaning forward on the edge of the chaise lounge. Is she coming over, or simply just watching you? Either way you're so glad for the attention.

"You're almost hard again.. But I think you know what you need to hear. What you need your Mommy to call you.. What would feel so good.. Get you hard again in a second.."

Mommy stands and gingerly walks over to where you're lying, watching her with bated breath. She gently reaches down to caress your cheek with a loving expression.

"Good boy." She says.

And you're rock hard again.