Praise and mediation

?I want you to know how proud I am of you, Grace. You did everything I asked you to.?

You can see Grace beam proudly even from your perch. ?Thank you, Mistress.?

You lower your voice to a hypnotic purr that blends with the sounds of the water behind you. ?How did the music make you feel, Grace??

?It made me feel a bit horny, Mistress.?

Letting just a touch of authority creep into your voice, you continue. ?Grace, I want you to put your books away and place your hands on the desk in front of you.? You wait while Grace obeys. ?Close your eyes and focus only on my voice.?

?Yes, Mistress,? she answers softly.

?I want you to put your knees and legs together. Feel the tingling between your legs. Feel how closed it feels. The tingling is growing, growing into a need.? You pause between sentences, watching Grace react to your words. Her body struggles for attention. But she fights bravely to obey. ?You want to feel between your legs. You can feel it aching to be touched. Can you feel it, Grace??

?Ummmm?yes, Mistress.? Her voice gets a bit softer.

?Slowly widen your legs. Feel your pussy stretch against your panties.? You blow softly into the phone, then continue. ?You can almost feel the wind sliding up your legs. Blowing softly through your panties. Kissing your full lips and your clit.? Grace physically shakes a bit but still keeps in position. ?Move your hips now, slowly. Rock back and forth.? Grace moves immediately, almost grateful to be able to move at all.

?The need is growing in you. You want to be touched. You need to be touched. Place your hands on your knees but no further.? Grace whimpers but complies. ?Count softly to ten as you rock, imaging with each count how good it would be just to touch yourself.?

Grace nearly gasps but bites her lip and counts. ?One. Two. Three.? She takes a deep breath. ?Four. Five. Six.? Another deep breath. ?Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.?

?Good girl. Now slowly move your hands up your thighs. You so badly want to touch yourself. To play with yourself. But you are focused on my commands. Move your hands up your thighs and rest them on your hips as you rock. You love the feeling of teasing yourself. The anticipation of things to come. Now, with your palms facing your body, as lightly as possible, move your hands upwards on the outside of your blouse. You should barely feel it. Like a dream. Moving ever so slowly. Up to your awaiting nipples.?

Grace nods her consent, forgetting to answer and not knowing you can see her. As her hands glide up her chest, you continue. ?Are your nipples hard, my pet?? Grace nods. ?Pull your hands slowly away about an inch from your breasts. Arch your chest until your nipples barely rub the palms of your hands.? The moment Grace?s nipples touch her hands, she moans deeply, momentarily attracting disapproving looks of those trying to study before they return to their work. ?I want you to push your nipple against your hands a bit harder without making another sound.? Grace bites her lip as she obeys, her nipples playing with her hands as she continues to rock. ?Feel your nipples rub against your palms. Teasing them. Making them ever so hard. Now push just a bit harder now as you grind your hips. Don?t make a sound.? Grace bites her lip harder as she obeys, trying not to scoot her chair or moan as her body shakes with needful anticipation.

?Take the index finger and thumb of your right hand and place your nipple between the two. Give it a light squeeze, nothing too painful. Now stop squeezing but keep your finger and thumb there. While rocking your hips and holding your nipple, I want you to lick the middle finger of your left hand. Do not fantasize while you lick.? Making sure no one is watching you, you give yourself a brief rub as you watch Grace desperately trying not to melt down. ?Now let go of your nipple and squeeze your inner thigh with your right hand before moving your panties aside. Now place your left hand, very coldly, between the lips of your labia with your middle finger parting yourself. Do NOT touch your clit. Feel yourself wanting to move. The torturous bliss. The **** need to cum. You feel so sexy like this. It makes you feel so hot and wild being on the edge of need. Now lightly take your finger and slide it inside yourself.? You move a bit so that you can get the best view possible of Grace sliding the finger inside herself. Once her finger is inside her, you slowly walk towards her, moving behind her, blocking her from view of everyone as you look down at her oblivious form, completely lost in lust. You barely breath the words to give her no indication that you are close to her. ?Use the finger to make motions against the walls, like you?re telling someone to come to you. As you do this, think about coming ? the motion, the metaphor. It makes you squirm. Feeling your finger drag against your wet, hot walls. Now take your right hand and place it above your slit. Let your thumb slide down and rest on your clit. Circle your clit with your thumb. It feels so good. You know you will cum soon. You will cum for me, your mistress, and for the pleasure you crave. Rub a bit faster now as you finger yourself. You so want to cum, but you don?t want this feeling to go away. You know that soon you will be unable to resist, but you must resist.?

?Mistress, please. Please let me cum,? Grace whimpers, a tear rolling down her cheek. ?I need to cum for you. I need to cum for me. Please.?

You disconnect the call and lean forward, taking the earplug from her right ear. Your hot breath caresses her neck as you whisper into her ear. ?Cum for me and for the release you crave.? As she cums, you kiss her roughly, swallowing her screams so that no one can hear them but you. The moment Grace?s orgasm subsides, you pick up her bag and pull her up. The two of you rush to the outside of the library as quickly as you can without drawing a great deal of attention to yourself. You take Grace to a secluded cubbyhole by the library?s massive air conditioning unit where no one ever goes and pull her into the shade out of the sun. Graces instantly kisses you passionately and hungrily before dropping to her knees and kissing her way up your legs. Between kisses, she whispers how much she loves you and wants to make you happy. Within minutes, Grace has your panties brushed aside, her tongue and left hand needfully working your pussy as she sits on the grass, her legs wide open and her right hand violently playing with herself. The two of you cum quickly in your aroused state. Once your composure is maintained, you kneel down beside Grace, licking the cream from her fingers and kissing her tenderly. Your tongues caress each other?s as you share the flavors and the release. Finally the kiss is broken and Grace looks deep into your eyes. You stroke her hair softly. ?You?re such a good pet, Grace.?

Her smile widens, threatening to crack her whole face. ?I?m glad you?re happy with me, Mistress. I just want to please you.?

You lightly but firmly smack the girl's cheek as you smile at her. "That's good, my darling. Now let's go. We still have things to do today."