Val walked carefully down the stairs, her hand constantly waving across the dark wall on her right for a light switch.  Eventually she found on and flicked it on, illuminating Patricia's basement.

"Oh my god..." Val gasped.  Lining the basement walls were shelves filled with body oils, leather masks, and sexual instruments, some of them so exotic Val had no idea how they were used.  Chains of various lengths and thickness hung from the ceiling and against the wall.  In a far corner Val saw an ornate bed with handcuffs dangling off the metal headboard, the soft silky sheets were disheveled and had a stale, musky aroma.

Impure thoughts rushed into Val's mind upon this new discovery.  She imagined Patricia writhing naked in the chains, against the wall, being fucked by a woman in a leather mask with a strap-on while she screamed with ecstasy.  She imagined the wild sex that caused the sheets to become so disheveled, with Patricia engaging in a 69 with another woman, both of them sucking each other's cunts with lustful abandon, rolling around and groaning like animals.  Patricia's lover still wore her leather mask, this time covering only half her face.  When Patricia and the woman orgasmed simultaneously, their sweat-soaked forms writhed against each other as they drank of each other's love honey.  Patricia was on top of her lover and dismounted her, turning around to face her.  Patricia removed the leather mask, revealing her lover's beautiful face and long, brown matted locks.

"Val." Patricia whispered through honey stained lips as she looked down at Val's naked body, with Val staring back at her with lust-glazed eyes.  The two women frenched, moans of ecstasy escaping the union of their lips while their tongues melded together.

"What are you doing here?!" an angry voice thundered from behind Val, startling her and shattering her dream.

Val turned around to face Patricia, who stood in her nightgown with arms crossed over her breasts, a stern expression on her face.

"Val, I could get in so much trouble if the school found out I do this sort of thing."

"Why?"

"Because it's a private school, and it's run by some pricks who have a problem with teachers who like to do this sort of thing.  They think people who do this are all deviants and perverts."

"You're not." Val said.  "You're the nicest person I've ever met at the school."

"Well, thank you Val but please don't tell anyone you saw this."

"I, I won't." Val replied, her eyes wandering back to the exotic instruments of pleasure.  She focused on a set of manacles built into the wall.

"Can...can I try that?"

"No Val, leave it alone."

"Don't make me go to bed." Val insisted.

"Don't do this Val, I'm your teacher.  I'd be just like Mr. Ross."

"This is totally different.  Mr. Ross wasn't as kind as you, and I didn't want to fuck him."

Val unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it off her shoulders, revealing her luscious tits.

"No Val, don't do this." Patricia insisted as she stepped forward to retrieve Val's discarded blouse.  Val interceded and grabbed Patricia's wrists, forcing the lovely blonde to stand up.  Val silently guided Patricia's hands to her heaving tits and rested her hands on the fleshy mounds.  Val guided Patricia's wrists so  the blonde rolled the silky tit mounds in her hands, causing Val to purr with arousal.

"I won't take no for an answer." Val moaned, her nipples pressing against Patricia's palms.

For a while Patricia was silent except for her growing breaths of arousal.  "Let me get dressed.  Just wait here." she finally gasped before disappearing back up the stairs.

Val slipped off her panties and leaned back against the basement wall between the set of manacles that were set to her height.  She let her hands rove over her naked body, her body quivering with such anticipation she pretended her hands were Patricia's, that she was pleasuring her in ways she never felt before.

Almost immediately Val's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of hard heels clicking on wood.  Val turned her head to see Patricia dressed in black stiletto heeled boots and a tight, black leather corset.  Her arms were sheathed with matching black leather gloves, while a spiked black collar was wrapped snugly around her graceful neck.

"Oh god you look sexy." moaned Val; she could feel a new wetness between her legs just from the sight of the teacher turned dominatrix.

Patricia was silent however, and walked up to Val and smacked her across the face with a gloved hand.  Val turned her head back with surprise, when Patricia forcefully pushed Val against the wall with her body and smothered her lips in a wet kiss.  Patricia was ravenous as she fondled Val's tongue with hers, sucking on her quivering, sweet lips.  Val wrapped her arms around Patricia's neck but Patricia immediately pushed them aside, spreading her arms apart and locking them into the manacles embedded into the wall.

"Never touch me unless I demand it." said Patricia sternly as she squeezed Val by the chin.

"Yes Patricia." replied Val.  Her response was greeted with another firm slap on the cheek from Patricia.

"Mistress!" yelled Patricia suddenly.

"Yes, mistress." sobbed Val, her cheek throbbing with pain.

Val rested her head against the cool wall while Patricia caressed her heaving breasts.  She slid her hands between her cleavage to her clenching belly and her wet crotch.  She slid her right hand up and down Val's pink slit, causing Val to moan weakly, biting her lower lip, her nipples erect and bitten by the cool air of Patricia's basement.  Patricia slid her fingers gently into Val until she touched the young girl's clitoris.  Val writhed against the wall, pumping her hips desperately, without inhibition as she felt the first surge of sexual ecstasy through her body.

Patricia smiled cruelly and removed her hand, denying Val any further pleasure.  Instead, she left her chained, naked body for a moment to retrieve a short whip from a nearby rack.  She ran the whip slowly but firmly against Val's body, over her breasts and belly in particular.  She made sure the cool surface of the whip grated against the peaks of Val's sensitive nipples, causing her to writhe beneath it, groaning with obscene pleasure.  Patricia suddenly flicked with her wrist and snapped it across Val's left breast, eliciting a painful gasp from the bound girl.  A red welt flared on Val's flesh where the whip had struck her, and despite the throbbing pain she felt an arousal unlike any she had ever felt, her pussy was already glistening with fresh honey and rivulets trickled down her shaking thighs.

Lash after lash from Patricia's whip kissed Val's luscious body, crossing her stomach, her breasts and thighs.  Val screamed with agony with every loud smack, her pussy bursting with juices as the whip's painful kiss brought her release over and over.  The bondage dungeon was now so scented with Val's orgasms, Patricia ceased her flogging to inhale the deep smell.  The scent of Val's honey was intoxicated, along with the scent of the young girl's perspiring body and the sounds of her heavy breathing.  Patricia discarded her whip over her shoulder and grasped Val by the chin.  Val could only pant, her breasts heaving and dripping with sweat, while her matted, dark hair framed her beautiful face.  Val fought to mutter just a few words to express her desire, but nothing intelligible came out.

The blonde mistress could see the lust that filled Val's brilliant eyes however, and roughly kissed Val on the mouth.  Val shut her eyes in bliss and moaned as she tasted Patricia's tongue on her own, she attempted to emulate the passionate union she experienced in her dream, but her body was exhausted while Patricia was exuberant.  She let her tongue be helplessly fondled and sucked upon by Patricia until the blonde woman moved out of Val's mouth to suck her lips and neck.  Val raised her head, bearing more of her creamy throat to Patricia as she moved down to Val's welt-covered tits.  Val winced and squirmed in her fetter, Patricia knew exactly where to squeeze and lick to produce the most pain.  Val bit her lip as Patricia remained kneeling at her breasts, molesting her wounds until Val finally let out a long sigh of pain.  Tears poured down her cheeks as she moaned out her agony, Patricia looked up at Val's flushed face and smiled with satisfaction.

As Val continued to whine and pant with exhaustion and pain, Patricia knelt before her bound lover, nuzzling her face against the silky flesh of Val's thighs before digging her mouth into Val's pussy.  Val was caught off guard and almost screamed with pleasure, she felt a surge of indescribable lust between her legs, her mind was sent reeling from the shock of experiencing such pleasure after feeling such pain.  Her body writhed uncontrollably as Patricia suckled her clit, until she screamed with release as an enormous orgasm washed over her body.  Fresh honey gushed from her pussy as Patricia lapped it up eagerly, taking time to lick her inner thighs and clenching stomach.

Val fell limp, letting her body dangle by her bound arms.  Her body felt like it was on fire, her vision swam and her senses were muffled.  She heard the sounds of locks becoming undone and her body slumped forward as each arm was released.  As her final shackle slipped from her wrist she started to fall but was caught by Patricia who held her affectionately.  Val smiled and gently stroked the arms that held her.  Val could feel Patricia help her begin to walk to the bed that Val had spotted earlier.  Val was gently laid to rest, and for a moment Patricia was beyond Val's limited senses, until the blonde returned, now devoid of her bondage gear and completely naked.  She rested on top of Val and stroked her left cheek.

"I'm not letting you go to sleep yet." whispered Patricia as she kissed Val's slack lips.

"No, no..." Val weakly begged, her body already exhausted and barely clinging to consciousness.

"I won't take no for an answer," Patricia said coyly, flashing a smile.

Val fluttered her eyes open as she moaned herself awake.  She was sleeping on the soft bed in Patricia's bondage dungeon, her naked body sticky with dried perspiration and juices; from both her and her lover.  Her legs were spread apart, opening her pussy to the cool air.  Val reached between her legs and stroked her vagina one last time, sighing as her womanhood tingled from her touch.  She was still wet, and warm, one of the many remnants on her body of the intense sex she and Patricia shared late into the night.  It was then she noticed Patricia was not on the bed with her.

"Patricia?!" Val called out, but there was no reply.

Val stood up and put on her white blouse, leaving it unbuttoned and deciding to forgo her bra for the time being.  She then put on her white panties, sighing as they snugly covered her wet pussy.  It was then she heard sounds coming from upstairs, so she immediately dashed up and saw Patricia in the kitchen.  Val's lover was currently focused on the stove, tossing eggs in the frying pan in front of her while the radio to her right played soft classical music.  Val smiled and walked up behind Patricia, enfolding her waist and burying her nose in her silky blonde hair.

"Morning." Val greeted, her hands sneaking beneath the long t-shirt Patricia wore.

"Morning." Patricia replied as she portioned the scrambled eggs onto two plates.  "Was it good for you?"

"Mmmm...I want seconds." Val replied, rubbing Patricia's panties.

"No, don't do that Val." Patricia insisted, nudging her slightly so she could put the plates on the kitchen table.  "Besides, we both have school today."

"Right.  Sorry." Val apologized before sitting down and eating breakfast.

"Val," started Patricia, her tone turning deadly serious, "we can't let anybody find out about this, about us."

"I, I know." Val pouted.  "But, I don't want it to end."

"Who says it will end?" Patricia smiled.  "I think you're the best lover I've ever had."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, nobody else ever loved me back so much, so hard.  Val, come after school and I'll let you experience even more."

"Will I get to whip you?"

"Yes, but not until you take one from a hard dildo.  In all three places."

Both women giggled at their sordid plans as they finished their breakfast.

THE END