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In case you are interested, day 1 of this story consists of three
chapters: Chapter 1, 1a and 1b

Avatar_ NIS
Chapter 1a

    	Tina sighed in relief as she closed the door to the stall and
started to pee.  It wasn't so much that she really needed to go, but
the pressure of all the lust she was creating was really getting to
her.  According to the rules, she couldn't stay in here too long, and
private masturbation was forbidden, but she stayed long enough to get a
handle on her fraying control.  She met Cindy in the cafeteria.

    	Another of the advantages of being in the Circle was that none of
them had to watch what they ate.  Their bodies tended to use a lot of
energy, so getting fat was not likely to happen.  However, they did
tend to eat a lot, and Cindy looked at the pile of food in front of
Tina with surprise.

    	"You eat all that and still don't get fat?"

    	"Good metabolism," replied Tina, chomping into one of the
sandwiches that Sally had made her.

	Sally was a cook, and she made really, really good food.  Hell, she
even managed to make a sandwich taste outstanding.  The girls were
silent for a moment, then, as Tina reached for something, Cindy's eyes
darted to under her arm.  Tina knew what she was looking at, but
decided to let Cindy comment on it.

    	"How come you..." started Cindy.  Her voice faltered, and she
glanced away from the beautiful red-head.  She tried again.  "How come
you aren't bothered by being naked?  I mean, it doesn't even seem to
embarrass you at all."

    	Tina knew that's not what Cindy had been about to ask.  Well, she
thought she knew -- it wasn't like she could read the girl's actual
thoughts.  Priestesses could literally get inside a person's head when
it came to matters of sex, and they got pretty good at guessing what
the person was thinking when they couldn't connect directly.  They
could follow a fantasy the person was having or create a fantasy for
them, and were able to experience any sexual event in their past,
including the sexual thoughts, needs and feelings they were having at
the time.  But, otherwise, literal mind-reading was right out.

    	If Cindy only knew what her home life was like, she'd have the
answer to a lot of questions that she'd no doubt want to ask.  No one
Tina lived with was embarrassed about either their bodies or their
sexual activates.  Their Goddess took a dim view of intolerance toward
sexual preferences, unsurprising considering that she lived off the
energy that was produced by the act of sex.  Still, despite the fact
that Tina knew she should get Cindy home to meet the Circle, she
couldn't very well tell the girl what it was truly like there.  They
had people over all the time who knew nothing about their religion, so
that wouldn't be a problem either.

    	"We're a bit casual about what we wear around the house," was all
she said.

    	"Not my parents," replied Cindy.  "I mean, they don't freak or
anything, but no one walks around in their underwear, let alone nude."

    	Tina had been noticing that the tables around them were drawing
people.  Oddly, no one sat directly at their table.  Tina had few
friends and usually ate quickly, then went to the library to read.  She
realized that Cindy was more or less the same way, so they didn't have
a group that they hung out with.  Perhaps over the year, they'd end up
with friends, but since neither of them were too inclined to be all
that social, it didn't bother them.  Tina had too much to hide, and
Cindy mostly just didn't want to be bothered.


Cindy:

      	Cindy tried not to stare at Tina during the class, but she
couldn't help it.  Tina was so sure of herself!  And the way she
handled those guys only made Cindy more attracted to her.  Cindy knew
that if she got the chance, she'd be more than happy to give Tina a
little Relief.  In fact, she'd be more than happy to let Tina have her
any way she wanted to.

        Cindy figured that Tina thought she was shaken from what had
happened in the hall.  And she was right.  Sort of.  She was scared,
but that only added to her arousal, as had the humiliating comments
made by the boys.  Tina's dominant attitude capped off Cindy's
excitement and pushed it to the point where she was begging, inside
anyway, for Tina to use her --  even if she got no Relief of her own.
Actually, especially if she got no Relief of her own.  When they left
the class and went to the cafeteria, Cindy was really getting horny.
Still, she was too shy to say anything to Tina about how she felt,
about anything.  They sat down to eat together, and Cindy looked at her
Program partner.

    	Cindy couldn't get over how beautiful Tina was.  If she had a body
like that, she probably wouldn't be too upset about being nude either.
Cindy realized that she was going to leave a puddle on the seat if she
didn't get hold of herself.  Then she realized that if she got up and
wiped the seat, Tina would know why.  This made her more embarrassed,
which made her more horny.  Her nipples were hard, and it was kind of
obvious why, since it wasn't the least bit cold in the room.

    	The girls made small talk for a few minutes, then someone finally
got the nerve to approach the table.

    	"Hi," said the boy hesitantly.  "Um... would you do a Reasonable
Request?"

    	Tina looked at him and smiled.  It wasn't clear who he was asking,
but it was obvious to Cindy he was speaking of Tina.  "Did you have one
for both of us or just one of us?"

    	"Uh... both?  N..no," replied the boy.  He seemed pretty nervous.
Well, Cindy could understand that!  Looking at Tina gave her
butterflies in her stomach. "Just Cindy."

    	Cindy looked at the boy and paled.  For her?  With Tina sitting
right across the table?  Was this guy blind?  Then she understood:  He
was too afraid to ask Tina, even though she really couldn't refuse.

    	Then she realized she couldn't refuse either.  She looked at the
boy and nodded.

    	"I'd like to see between your legs," he said.  "Could you sit on
the table so I can see?"

    	Cindy blushed a deep red and was shaking a lot, but she managed to
get on the table top.  Then, looking down to avoid everyone's eyes, she
opened her legs.  She could feel a slight coolness on her pussy lips
because they were soaked with her juice.  She didn't know whether she
should cry or cum.

    	"Can I touch you?" asked the boy.

    	Cindy nodded, too dazed to tell him not to put anything in her
pussy.  She was a virgin, and she had that right.



    Tina:

    	Tina felt the rush of lust coming from Cindy and quickly moved so
that she was right near her.  She sensed Cindy was close to either
breaking down or having a mind-blowing orgasm.  She decided that the
latter would be better for Cindy, so she leaned close and put a hand on
the girl to whisper in her ear.

    	"Relax and look at him," she said.  "Look at how excited your
body is making him and enjoy it."



      Cindy:

    	The silky voice mesmerized Cindy; she looked at the boy and saw
that Tina was right.  The boy was excited --  she could see the lump in
his pants.  Then she felt his hands on her thighs, and her pussy
clenched, causing more of her thick, clear lubricant to ooze out of her
hot sex.  Tina's lips were brushing her neck, whispering words that
caused her body to tingle.

    	"Remind him not to put anything inside your sweet little pussy,"
whispered Tina.  "I know it's so hot and slick and he'd probably slide
right inside you.  But do you want to lose your virginity that way?"

    	Cindy's eyes opened, her pupils dilated wide enough that there was
only a slight rim of blue.  "Don't ... don't put anything inside," she
said, just as his fingers brushed her soft, swollen lips.  His hands
jerked back like he'd been burned, and he stood there, not knowing what
to do.

    	"Do you want him to stroke you?  The outside is more sensitive
than the inside anyway," said Tina.

    	Cindy's heart was pounding.  Somehow, her perspective had shifted,
and it wasn't the unknown boy that was touching her.  Or rather, it
was.  But he was doing it at Tina's direction.  "If you want me to."

    	"Yes," Tina replied,  "I want to watch him slide his fingers over
you.  Tell him."

    	Cindy started panting and said, "Please ... you can touch me, if
you want.  I'd like it.  Just don't put anything inside."

    	The boy was still hesitating, and Tina once again whispered in
Cindy's ear.  "Cindy, tell him to play with your pussy.  Tell him
you're a virgin and not to push anything inside."

    	Cindy looked at the boy, who still hadn't moved.  Others were
watching now, as well.  "Please.  You can play with my ... my pussy.
Just not inside, because I'm a virgin."

    	Once again, the boy moved toward her.  His fingers trailed over
the damp skin of her thighs, and Cindy moaned softly.  Somehow, though,
it was Tina's scent that she was smelling the strongest, and God it was
driving her nuts.  Fingers ran closer to, then over, her pussy.

    	"Pull back your hood and ask him to play with your clit,"
whispered Tina.

    	"Yes, Tina," Cindy whispered back.

	The boy wasn't paying any attention to what they were saying.  He was
completely mesmerized by Cindy's wet sex.  His fingers dipped into the
slick fluids and spread them around.  Cindy reached her hands down and
pulled on the skin of her clit hood, exposing the throbbing organ.

    	"Touch me here," she said.

    	The boy looked at her, then ran his finger over her clit.  Her
hips jerked, and she moaned louder.

    	"Oh yessss," said Cindy.  "Harder... oh yeah, oh God, I'm so
close."

    	"Yes," whispered Tina, her body close to Cindy's now.  Cindy could
feel Tina's nipples pressing into her back.  Then her hands gripped
Cindy's nipples and tugged just hard enough.  Cindy convulsed and came
hard, almost silently, in her pleasure.  Tina squeezed her nipples
again, very sharply, and what should have been pain shot through the
girl.  It was all pleasure, though, and another orgasm slashed her
nerves.  Finally, panting, she closed her legs, blocking the boy's
finger from her sensitive sex.  She was leaning fully on Tina now,
panting and trying to get control.  Tina was thanking her and telling
her how beautiful her orgasm was.

    	Once she'd gotten control of herself, she realized that the other
girl was now sitting next to her, on the bench rather than the table,
and holding her.  Cindy was confused.  Tina was thanking her?



Tina:

    	Watching the boy play with Cindy was making Tina very hot.  But as
long as he was messing with Cindy, he wasn't touching her, and that was
good.  Not that she would have been upset, but she was so horny from
Cindy's scent and her excitement, that if someone started playing with
her, it'd be a gang-bang with her as the center piece.  Again, she'd
have no problem with it, but there might be questions.

    	Tina had immediately picked up that Cindy was getting off on doing
what she was told, and that revved her own sex drive up even further.
She knew she was affecting Cindy, but there was nothing she could do
about that.  She kissed Cindy's ear, excited by the prospect that the
girl would turn control over to her.  Well, it was most assuredly in
Tina's nature to take control of a submissive.  So she did, guiding
Cindy into making the boy pleasure her.  Her own thighs were wet with
her lubricant, and by the time Cindy had come, twice, Tina was
trembling.  She read Cindy's desires and her body, and knew just what
to do to make her pleasure greater.  After all, as a Priestess, that
was what she was supposed to be doing.  After Cindy came, Tina guided
her onto the bench, holding her until she came back to herself.

	The boy who'd played with Cindy looked at her and thanked her.  Cindy
smiled, but didn't really understand what was going on.  She was still
basking in waves of pleasure.  Tina also smiled at the boy, and he
turned and left, heading quickly to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Tina took the opportunity to read more of Cindy's fantasies.  What she
saw, pleased her.  Well, most of it, anyway.  Cindy was a submissive,
for sure.  She also liked things more than a bit rough, which Tina
enjoyed as well, both giving and receiving.  Cindy liked humiliation,
but Tina saw that it would be far too easy for the girl to end up
enjoying that aspect of her needs for the wrong reasons.  Those
impulses  needed to be headed off, and a call to her sister became even
more important.

	"Why did you thank me?" asked Cindy.

	"Because you were very beautiful when you came, and I enjoyed watching
you," replied Tina.

	Cindy blushed, not knowing what to say.  Tina was having trouble
controlling herself and knew that Cindy was still very aroused.  The
need to push the girl onto her knees and use Cindy to have an orgasm
was strong.  Especially since Cindy would probably cum from being
treated that way -- if Tina let her.  Maybe in addition to having Cindy
meet her sister, she should introduce her to Jane, another Circle
Priestess.  Like her sister, Jane was a High Priestess and loved some
of the activities that Cindy was interested in.  More probing of the
girl's fantasies made that a definite.

	After lunch, the girls split up again, with Tina going off to
Government class.  She made it through that pretty easily.  Robert was
in the class, and even though Tina refused Relief, Robert was more than
happy to take someone up on it.  That someone was a cute little
brunette who clearly relished giving Robert a short, but intense, blow
job.  She really got into it, no surprise since, after touching her
fantasies, Tina knew the girl was a real exhibitionist.  After eagerly
drinking Robert's cum, she turned and looked a question at Tina.  Tina
smiled, but shook her head no.  The girl -- Anne, was her name --
shrugged and went back to her seat.  Tina didn't think anyone else
noticed the exchange.

	Next came gym, which for Tina and Cindy meant actual gymnastics.
Neither girl had the slightest interest in being cheerleaders, but
Tina, anyway, liked the class because it complemented the martial arts
classes she took with most of the rest of the Circle.   There was one
drawback, however.  She and Cindy would have to shower with the boys.
Fortunately, that wouldn't occur until after the class, so the girls
just walked out onto the mats with their gloves on.

	Mr. Moore was the teacher for the class, since he was also the coach
for the gymnastics team.  He'd been trying to get both Cindy and Tina
to join the actual team since they showed a serious aptitude.  Tina, he
was sure, could be Olympic quality, despite the fact that she was
really too old.  She was a physical genius at this stuff.  Tina had
politely declined when he mentioned it.  She liked the workouts, liked
pushing her body, but was interested in physics, not gymnastics.



Cindy:

    	Cindy always liked gymnastics, but not for the same reason Tina
did.  She liked it because Tina was in the class, and she could spend
time watching the incredibly powerful and fluid movements the other
girl made when she went through the practice routines.  This, she
remembered, was where she'd developed a crush on the other girl.
Watching her, Cindy had realized that Tina was much stronger than she
looked, maybe even stronger than some of the boys in the class, and
they had some pretty strong guys on the team.  She never flaunted it,
not that it mattered to Cindy, who could happily stare at the other
girl, mesmerized, for the entire class.  She rarely got to, though.

    	The other reason Cindy liked the class was because she hated team
sports.  Everyone assumed that, because she was so small, she'd suck,
so she was always picked last -- and grudgingly.  As a result, despite
the fact that she was very coordinated and quite fast, she always did
poorly.  It wouldn't do to disappoint her classmates, now would it?  In
gymnastics, though, she could really shine --  if she wanted to.  She
didn't.

	Cindy was all about not calling attention to herself.

    	The class went well, but it was all she could do not to beg Tina
to let her give her Relief.  She wondered if it was okay for one
Program person to ask another one for a Reasonable Request.  Thinking
about it, she didn't see anything in the brochure about it, so
technically, she could ask Tina something and Tina would have to grant
it.  That wasn't what Cindy wanted, though.  She didn't want Tina to
submit to something Cindy wanted her to do; she wanted it the other way
around.

    	Everyone noticed the girls shining bodies as they got toward the
end of class.  Tina's skin looked like it was oiled.  Her muscles shone
through, and she was, oh, so sleek and sexy.  Cindy was almost beside
herself with lust.  She was so glad that Tina had no idea what was
going though her mind.  She'd probably think that Cindy was the most
perverted person on the planet.



Tina:

    	In point of fact, Tina knew exactly what was going through Cindy's
mind.  Since it was all the girl could do to think about anything other
than sex with Tina, Tina was able to read her fantasies quite easily.
She could even enter them and let Cindy live them, if she wanted to.
But now was not the time for that.  She smiled thinking that if Cindy
thought her fantasies were perverted, she should meet Tina's sister
Arianwen!  Actually, she would be meeting Tina's sister, right after
school.

    	Tina was surprised by the level of Cindy's interest in her.  Of
course, she could always find out if someone was interested in her, but
it wasn't like she probed the feelings of all her classmates.  Today,
however, Cindy could barely control herself, and Tina was in a bad way
by the end of the class.  Her upper thighs were soaked with her
lubricant, and she was surprised that the coach didn't order her off
the mat.  Tina had shuddered when, in the middle of class, she was
doing the splits and leaning forward with her back arched and her chest
on the ground and she'd caught the thread of Cindy's fantasy.  The girl
was dying to serve her.  One word from Tina, and she would have eagerly
eaten her pussy right in front of the class.  Hell, Cindy would have
sucked Tina's juices off the mat, given half a chance.  Tina had just
wiped up the spot with a towel.  Despite the fact that there were two
nude girls in the class, most of the attention was on her.  She was
used to that, in this class.   It couldn't be helped.  She pushed
herself quite hard, which caused her to sweat.  When she sweat, her
scent attracted anyone who'd be interested in having sex with her.  She
had several admirers.

    	Finally the dreaded moment came:  Shower time.  Amusingly, it was
the easiest part of the day.  All the boys were afraid to approach her
-- and, by extension, Cindy, who was showering right next to her.  The
girls remained completely left alone, right up until they left the
locker room.  Of course, there hadn't been more than one or two boys in
the shower with them that hadn't been sporting major wood.  At least,
thought Tina, she wasn't losing her touch!

    	If showering had turned out to be a walk though, their bio class
was just the opposite, and it tested every ounce of inner strength that
Tina had to keep something really bad from happening.




Cindy:

    	It was weird that the guys, who all had very hard cocks, seemed
too afraid to approach either of them.  Cindy didn't care, she really
only had eyes for Tina, at this point.  Still, it was really odd.
Surely *one* of the guys could get up the nerve to make a Request.  But
none of them did.

    	Biology was a completely different story.  Once everyone was
seated, Mr. Jennings smiled at his class.

    	"I see we have two Program students here, this week," he began.
"Naturally, that makes it a good time for us to study a bit of human
sexuality.  This semester, as you know, we're studying variations of
human sexuality.  Rather less boring than basic human sexuality, don't
you think?"

    	There was little response from the class, but Cindy doubted he
expected any.  He nodded.

    	"Today starts our week on BDSM.  Does anyone know what that
means?"

    	"Whips and chains?" asked someone.

    	"Beating someone up," said someone else.

    	"Yeah, it's perverted and demeaning!" claimed another voice.

    	"Bullshit," said Tina.  Cindy looked at her in surprise.

    	"You have an opinion, Ms. Whitestone?" asked Mr. Jennings in a
mild voice.

    	Tina was silent, so the man asked, "What do you think it means?"

    	Cindy could have told him, but the question was obviously directed
at Tina.  Besides, no way would she cop to knowing about this stuff.

    	Tina sighed.  "BDSM is an acronym for the following:  BD -- B and
D or Bondage and Discipline.  DS, Dominance and Submission and finally,
S and M or Sado-Masochism."

    	Cindy could see that Mr. Jennings was surprised.  She certainly
was.

    	"Very good.  We will be exploring these fetishes this week during
class.  Depending on who volunteers, there might even be
demonstrations," replied the man.

    	"It's abuse," said one girl from the back in the the silence.  Her
name was Deborah, remembered Cindy.

    	"It certainly can be abusive," replied Mr. Jennings, "But I assure
you, that's not usually the case.  Remember, what one person thinks is
a complete turn-off, another would find quite stimulating.  Is there
anything else you'd like to add to your definition, Tina?"

    	The girl was quiet for a moment, then said, "The terms are only
general.  They mean something different to almost everyone who plays
around with BDSM.  What one person terms discipline, another might term
bondage.  Nothing is straightforward; everything needs to be spelled
out and negotiated."

    	Again, Mr. Jennings was quiet.  But this time, he was looking
rather sharply at Tina.  Cindy was fascinated by the interplay between
the two, which seemed to be carrying a subtext she wasn't privy to.
The discussion continued on, until Mr. Jennings decided to call for a
volunteer.  Of course, the volunteer he asked for was Tina.

    	"Despite it's bad reputation, BDSM can be very fulfilling to those
who are interested in it.  It is very intimate, very loving and very
powerful in both a sexual and non-sexual way.  Would someone be
interested in a non-touching demonstration?"

    	"Let Tina do it!" called someone.

    	"Yeah, she seems to know all about it."

    	Mr. Jennings looked at Tina, and Cindy saw her hesitate, then nod
very slightly.

    	"Tina," he said, his whole voice and demeanor changing, "come up
here."

    	Cindy watched as Tina left her chair.  It was such a simple
action.  But it spoke volumes.  Even as Mr. Jennings' voice and
carriage had changed, so had Tina's.  Cindy actually wet her seat
watching the other girl glide to the front of the class.  In one fluid
motion, she knelt, facing the class, her head bowed, her thighs spread
wide and her hands behind her back.  Cindy saw Mr. Jennings grip his
desk -- hard -- and take a deep breath.  This was obviously not what he
was expecting from Tina.  For the rest of class, the temperature seemed
to rise in the room.  In less than two minutes, everyone was shifting
in their seats, experiencing, Cindy was sure, some level of arousal.



Tina:

    	She knew she shouldn't have opened her fucking mouth.  But the
idiots in the back of the room annoyed her, spouting off about
something they had no actual knowledge of.  She should have let Mr.
Jennings handle things.  But, no.  She had to go and open her mouth.
What a moron!

    	When he asked for a volunteer, it was clear that he wanted her to
come up there.  As clear as the fact that no one else was going to
volunteer, and if Cindy somehow got picked, she wouldn't know how to
handle it.  Tina nodded her assent, and knelt in front of the class as
she'd been trained to kneel.  As a slave.

      	Mr. Jennings blinked at her in surprise, and Tina could see the
wheels going around in his mind. Not literally, of course, she could
only read emotions, not thoughts.  The man came around his desk and
squatted in front of her.

      	"Tina, I have a Request."

      	She didn't look up, nor did she say anything.  He hadn't asked a
question, and this was supposed to be a demonstration of D&S.

      	His voice came again, quieter this time, and he asked, "Do you
have permission to do a demonstration like this?"

      	"Yes, Sir."

      	She knew that question was a test.   If she was a collared
slave, then she might have to ask permission to let someone else use
her sexually.  She'd just told him either she had that permission, or
she wasn't a collared slave.

      	Also, since he didn't know the extent of her experience, she
could always back out.  A small voice in the back of her mind quickly
nixed that idea.  She could feel that if she did, her Goddess would be
most displeased.  Tina would not go against the wishes of her Goddess.

      	In a louder voice, he continued.  "Here are the terms of the
Request:  I will not touch you.  Nor will any of your classmates.  You
will, however, be expected to follow my orders.  Your safeword is
'Mercy'."

      	"Yes, Master Jennings."

      	Mr. Jennings swallowed, his mouth dry and his cock a steel rod.
He couldn't believe how desirable she'd managed to make herself with
just those three words.  He quickly regained control.

      	"Better just use 'Sir'."

      	"Yes, Sir," replied the teen.

      	She knew he was using a lot of control to keep from touching
her.  It was within his rights if he invoked a Request, but he sensed
it would be a Bad Thing to touch this girl.  Just looking at her,
smelling the scent of her arousal, was more than enough for him to
handle.  He stood and faced the class.

      	"What we've just done is called 'scene negotiation'.
Basically, we laid down the rules for this 'scene' or session.  She
doesn't know exactly what I will ask her to do -- which, I suspect, is
often part of the excitement for a submissive.  On the other hand,
there are a few things she knows that I won't do.  Her safe word is
'Mercy'."

      	He'd explained safe words in an earlier part of the lecture.

      	"She knows that I won't touch her, and that I won't allow anyone
else in the class to touch her."  There were some unhappy noises at
that.  "Perhaps in a different demonstration," said Mr. Jennings
smiling.  "However, she has agreed to follow my orders until the end of
class."

      	Which, thankfully, thought Tina, wasn't too far off.

      	"Part of the thrill for both people, in a scene like this, is
the exchange of power.  For instance, I can make her tease herself, or
if I'd decided to include touching her, I could tease her until she
begged for an orgasm.  The giving up of that power is a sexual rush for
a submissive into this kind of play."

      	Someone raised their hand and asked, "How do you know she likes
it?"

      	"Tina," said Mr. Jennings.  "Are you a submissive?"

      	"At the moment," was the girl's reply.  She wasn't being a smart
ass; it was the simple truth.

      	The teacher wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but didn't
want to explore it.  Yet.

      	"Are you enjoying submitting to me?"

      	"Yes, Sir."

      	"How could she like that?" asked Deborah.  "It's so demeaning!"
Her voice dripped with scorn.

      	"Some submissives like to be humiliated.  Do you like to be
humiliated Tina?"

      	"Not particularly, Sir."

      	"But you like giving up control."

      	"Sometimes, Sir."

      	"What's with the 'Sirs'?" asked a student.

      	"The submissive usually gives some sign to the dominant that she
is in the sub role, often by calling the dominant 'Sir' or 'Master',"
replied the teacher.  "Stand," he said, addressing Tina.  "Open your
legs wide and place your hands behind your head."

      	She quickly complied, and the room temperature rose a bit more.
She could feel the lust from most of the people in the room, and her
control was starting to crack.  She just wasn't used to dealing with
this kind of pressure.

      	"What's with the pits?" asked one of the other girls in the
back.  Jenna Rains.  Of course.  If someone was going to point out
something that was potentially embarrassing, it was Jenna.

      	Before Tina could say anything, Mr. Jennings stepped in.  "Some
Masters control their submissives very closely, telling them what to
wear or how to groom.  For instance, it is common for a Master to
require a large-breasted woman to go without a bra at his command.
Some require the removal of all pubic hair, and some don't allow any of
it to be removed."

      	"So, like, she's a slave to someone who likes 'pit hair?"

      	Not a bad guess, thought Tina, although it was wrong.  She'd let
it grow for a lover.  Tina hoped she wouldn't be required to answer the
question, because it was important for Cindy not to know that Tina had
a lover.  Especially since she had quite a few lovers.  Priestesses and
Priests tended to make love very, very often.  Since they were
completely protected from all diseases and any infection by their
Goddess, and they couldn't get pregnant unless they wanted to, they had
few inhibitions.

      	"Do you find it offensive?  It's quite common in Europe.  It's
also fairly common with lesbian couples.  We will not," he said firmly,
"pry into Tina's reasons for choosing this, however."

      	"Why not?  It's obvious she's a lezbo slave girl," sneered
Deborah.  Tina wondered why the girl didn't like her.  It wasn't as if
they'd ever had any run-ins.

      	"Actually, it's not obvious," replied Mr. Jennings.  "Your
attitude, however, is an excellent example of the prejudicial attitudes
displayed by so many ignorant people.  Tell me, Tina, are you a lesbian
slave?"

      	"No, Sir."

      	That was the complete truth.  It was also a bit of a lie, but
Tina wasn't required to explain her answer.

      	For the next few minutes, Mr. Jennings made her display her body
in a variety of ways.  Even asking several boys if they'd like to get a
closer view.  He picked one that did and had Tina put her foot on his
desk and spread her sex for him.  She was dripping wet with slick,
clear oil, and it was all the guy could do not to touch her.

      	"As you can see, my orders have aroused Tina a great deal," Mr.
Jennings said.

      	Tina knew that they'd aroused him, as well, but he was trying
desperately to ignore that.

      	"Now, I'll give you a small example of how limits can be tested
and expanded, even if only temporarily," said the teacher.  "Craig, I
bet you'd love to know what she tastes like, wouldn't you?"

      	The guy blushed, but Tina knew that, given permission, he'd be
more than happy to suck her pussy.  She hoped that Mr. Jennings
wouldn't ask that.  If he did and she agreed --  not that she would --
she'd lose the last bit of her control.  That would be bad.

      	"Tina," said her temporary Master. "Would you please slide a
finger through your sex and offer it to Craig?"

      	Her breath caught from the well of lust flooding out from a
number of her classmates, most notably Cindy.

      	"Yes, Sir."

      	"You'll note, that I asked her if she would do this.  I didn't
tell her to do it.  That's because I promised her that I wouldn't allow
anyone in the class to touch her.  I wanted to expand a limit, and Tina
understood and agreed.  If she had said no, then that would have been
that."

      	Tina almost came as she wiped her finger through her overheating
cunt.  It was coated with her juice.  She offered it to Craig, who
actually moaned when he put it in his mouth.  He sucked on it hard,
licking with his tongue to make sure he got every bit of her essence.
She was really trying to control herself -- and managed.  Barely.

		Craig wasn't so lucky.  He came in his pants, and the excess energy
from his orgasm was absorbed by Tina.  This was the primary function of
a Priestess:  To absorb the excess energy created by sex and give it to
her Goddess.

      	No one in the class but Tina and Craig knew he'd cum, and she
didn't want to embarrass him by pointing it out.

      	"Very nice, Tina," said the teacher.  "Now, since we only have
ten minutes left, I'd like you to come up here to the front of class."

      	Trembling and barely in control of herself, Tina did so.

      	"You'll notice several items on that table.  I'd like you to
show the class how you masturbate.  You may use any or all of those
items.  But you will bring yourself off."

      	If she did as she was commanded, she had no idea what would
happen.  Only Ken or a High Priestess could redirect the energy they
created during an orgasm directly to the Goddess, unless they were in a
space dedicated to Her.  Like the mansion where she lived, for
instance.  Others of the Circle just stored it, which wouldn't be a
problem for her, except that she'd never had to handle this amount of
energy outside of the mansion or out of the reach of a high level
Circle member.  If she lost control of herself, it would spill out over
the class.  There was little doubt that a few spontaneous orgasms was
the smallest effect she could hope for.  More likely, within minutes,
her classmates would be looking for sexual relief with the first person
available.  And in this case, that would be Tina, since she was already
naked and they were focused on her.  If that happened, things could
spiral out of control even more, and they'd end up in a orgy.  Or more
likely, a gang-bang.  Not good.

      	Tina chose a rather large dildo and a small vibrator from the
table.  She would happily have used the clamps and the butt plug, as
well, but didn't want to go too overboard.

      	She sat on the chair in front of the class and spread her legs.
Most people got up to watch, and she could feel their desire pressing
in on her.  She eased the large dildo deep into her pussy as she leaned
back in the chair.  It obviously wasn't a stock chair from the
classroom, because it was comfortable and it had arms.  She made good
use of those by putting her legs up over them, spreading her sex wide.
Her hips pumped in time to the sliding of the vibrator, and she tried,
for the first time, to control herself as her orgasm approached.  She
never had to at home.  The mansion was dedicated to Lea, and the sexual
energy was *supposed* to go to her.  Here, it'd be let loose on her
classmates if she couldn't contain it.

      	Her orgasm neared as she put more pressure on her clit with the
vibrator.  Soon, her pussy clamped down on the dildo deep inside it and
she cried out, her orgasm crashing through her body.  She realized,
dimly, that she was unable to completely hold in so much energy and had
to let some go.  She tried not to, but when she opened her eyes, all
she could see were Cindy's beautiful eyes, wide with wonder and
excitement.  The energy she couldn't contain slammed into the other
girl's small body.



    Cindy:

    	Cindy could not believe that Tina was doing this.  She was
battered by a number of emotions: confusion, disappointment, lust.
She'd so hoped that Tina was dominant and that she would ... maybe ...
give her just a little of what she needed.  Someone to control her and
use her for their own enjoyment.

    	But as she watched Tina put through her paces, lust began to
override everything else.  When Tina was finally ordered to masturbate,
Cindy's seat was in a good position for her to watch.  By now, she was
sitting in a small puddle and her nipples actually ached as she watched
Tina pleasure herself.  But when Tina finally came, when her eyes
snapped open and she locked her gaze with Cindy's, Cindy found she
couldn't breathe.

    	Fire raced through her body, her virgin pussy contracting and
pulsing as an amazing orgasm claimed her.  She shuddered, all thought
gone, her gaze never leaving Tina's green eyes.  Sweat sprang up on her
skin as pleasure coursed through her.  And when it was over, her
confusion grew.  Despite her orgasm, there'd been no release for her.
Then her thoughts started to become disjointed...

    	"Cindy."

    	Someone was speaking her name.

    	"Cindy!  Look at me."

    	A command.  From Tina.  Cindy looked at the other girl, and it was
like breaking through a wall.  Her senses returned to her, and it felt
like she could breathe again.  Still, unabated sexual lust ranged
through her body.

    	"Are you okay?" asked Tina.

    	The rest of the class was leaving.  It seemed like Cindy could
feel that they were almost all very, very horny.

    	"Yes.  Yes, I'm fine," said the girl.

    	"C'mon, we need to go to Physics," smiled Tina.

    	"Yeah, right." replied Cindy.  She was quickly returning to
normal, but she'd never been this aroused in her life.  Maybe Tina...
but, no.  Tina was a sub, just like her.

    	"Cindy!"  whispered Tina in an urgent voice.  The classroom was
almost empty.  Cindy looked at Tina and started falling into those
bright green eyes...



    Tina:

    	Shit!  She knew something like this would happen.  Cindy had no
way to deal with this, and Tina couldn't help because she was way over
her normal limit for how much energy she could handle.  The excess in
Cindy would dissipate, but it might take hours.  After trying to get
the girl to pay attention to her, Tina finally realized what she had to
do.

    	"Is there something wrong?" asked Mr. Jennings.

    	"No, Sir.  But could you give us just a moment?"

    	He looked at the two girls, then realized that, since he didn't
have a class next period, he did have a date in his office with his
palm.  He nodded and left them in an empty classroom.

    	Tina looked down at Cindy and sighed.  Then she grabbed the girl's
hair and roughly pulled her head back.

    	"Cindy, I have a Request," she said in a commanding voice.  She
knew that if Mr. Jennings had still been there, he'd have been very
surprised at her tone of voice.

    	"Where are you going after school today?"

    	The girl's eyes dilated, and she shook as a mini-orgasm ran
through her.  Tina knew she'd just done exactly what Cindy had been
hoping for but had decided wouldn't happen after seeing Tina sub to Mr.
Jennings.

    	"Nothing, Mi... Tina."

    	"After school, will you come home with me?"

    	Cindy's breath caught, her slight chest flushed and damp with
sweat.

    	"That's your Request?" came Cindy's whispered response.

    	"One of them," said Tina.

    	"Yes."

    	Seeing no one else was around, Tina leaned forward and put her
lips right next to Cindy's.

    	"Here's another," said Tina. "Kiss me?"

   	Cindy's response was to close the gap between their lips.  Tina
felt the younger girl shudder with an orgasm as her tongue penetrated
her sweet mouth.  Cindy was shaking when Tina pulled away, her attempt
at reclaiming some of the energy overloading Cindy's nervous system
having failed.



   Cindy:

   	The rest of school went past in a blur for her.  She knew she'd
gone to Physics, but couldn't remember a thing.  The teacher had
realized early on that Cindy knew the subject, and so didn't bother her
with questions.  Which was good, because she couldn't have answered
them.  In fact, even getting dressed had been sort of hazy, and the
next thing she knew, she was standing next to a black Mini-Cooper.  It
was like the haze had popped like a bubble and she could think again.
There was another person there, someone who looked even younger than
Tina.

   "Hi," said the girl, "I'm Arianwen, Tina's sister."
 
End Chapter 1a

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