The Novitiate Part 5 by Indigo Marr
Kat and Jen left that Sunday afternoon; exhausted and happy. I was in
much the same condition, but couldn't take the time to rest just yet. I
had taken my relationship with Miss Steph to a new level, and if I was to
keep the ground I had gained, I would have to push forward even more.
Steeping a large pot of peppermint tea, I pulled out my address book and
started making a few select phone calls.
The faculty of a private college such as Ridgemar gets to be very close.
Some closer than others. I'd been at the Academy for almost ten years, and
had quickly learned my way around the politics of the place--both academic
and personal. With the final arrangements made on Monday morning, I was
ready for Miss Steph's arrival.
She arrived well before the bell rang to start the 5th period, and took
her assigned seat against the wall to my left. Her posture was straight,
and her pose almost perfect. I glanced indifferently at her several
minutes after she arrived, but said nothing. I preferred that she
experience some anticipation. Like all young girls, she needed to learn
patience--and the only way to learn patience is to be patient. I continued
with the stack of work I had in front of me. Taking time off over the
weekend meant that I had more papers piled up for me on my return.
Admittedly, it was my own fault for assigning them, but that is one of the
prices one must pay to be a teacher.
It was almost 10 minutes after the start of the period when I finally
reached a stopping point in my work.
"Good afternoon, Miss Steph."
"Good afternoon, Sir."
"There are two items of importance for you today. The first is your new
job. I have discussed it with the Headmistress, and you are, as of today,
hired on to be my maid. Your official duties are to maintain the
cleanliness of my home, prepare 3 meals a week, and attend to whatever
domestic tasks as may arise." My look changed to a more serious one.
"Unofficially, it means you will be in my home every weekday evening for 3
hours, and every Saturday for a minimum of 8--as my slave. I will lay out
the rules when you report for your fist day of work. First, you must
report to the office to fill out all the appropriate paperwork. You may do
that after classes. Right now, we need to move on to your education in
your new role.
"Today, we will begin teaching you some new skills. If you are to serve
me, you will need to be adept at meeting my needs. Your fist area of study
will be your oral skills. As you found out Saturday from Jen, a woman with
a skilled tongue can be very pleasing. I am quite confident that you're
lacking in those skills, and I will not allow an untrained woman to waste
my time. I am very demanding in what I expect. Since you will not be
allowed to practice on me, and I am most certainly not going to allow
another man to be the first to feel your tongue wrap around him, we have a
bit of a problem on how you might attain the skill. Fortunately, I have a
solution. Miss Campos has graciously accepted the task of training you."
Maritse Campos was the school librarian. A statuesque brunette with a
classical form and an dark, exotic look brought out by the Spanish side of
her ancestry. She was only 4 years out of college, but had managed to get
the position here based on her exceptional skills, a few powerful contacts,
and a bit of luck. Knowing the members of the Board of Trustees, I'm sure
that her looks were of no small import in the decision, either. When she
had first arrived at Ridgemar, she and I had engaged in a few minor
flirtations. While we had both enjoyed each other--in many ways--her
tastes ran more towards the dominant side, which caused problems. We still
get together on the rare occasion, but anything serious isn't of interest
to either of us. She was, however, quite willing to help me out with this
little project. I'm sure I would be paying her back in a manner that would
be just as enjoyable for me.
"You will go to the library and report to Miss Campos. I know how long
it takes to walk from here to there, and if you are tardy, it will be noted
and dealt with later. Once you have reported to Miss Campos, you will
proceed to the north end of the 4th floor. There are a number of study
rooms there. You will go into room number 3 and remove your clothing. All
of it." I watched as her eyes widened. She was well aware that the study
rooms had large windows in the to prevent the students from using them for
the exact purpose we would be.
"Once you have removed your clothing and folded it neatly on the desk,
you will take the pair of handcuffs that will be there, and put them on
yourself. You will do so that your arms are locked behind your back. You
are then to leave that room and walk down to room number 1 in the corner.
You will kneel and await Miss Campos. She will instruct you from that
point. "
Steph's eyes had surprise to a mix of anticipation and fear. I watched
as her chest rose and fell in a quickened pace. I couldn't tell, however,
which held the greater sway-- fear, or anticipation.
"Do you understand your instructions?"
"Yes, sir."
"Will you follow them?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good." I took a deep breath and let it out easily. "One final
detail. Just for my own enjoyment. Give me your panties."
She was learning. There was only the briefest of hesitancies before she
stood up, reached beneath her black and green skirt, and slid the white
lace panties down her legs, never bending her knees except to pull her feet
out, one by one. Being a fast and intuitive student, she folded the
panties neatly, as if they were to be in a store display, and handed them
to me.
"You may leave now."
"Yes, sir."
I smiled as I watched her walk away. There was the slightest extra sway
in her hips as she strode towards the door. I wondered how long that sway
would last once she had entered the hallway. It was a 10 minute walk
across campus to get to the library. A 10 minute walk outside in the brisk
and breezy New England fall; and she with no panties. My thumb idly
stroked the lace that I still held and I smiled at the thought of it.
A quick IM to Maritse let her know that Steph was on her way, and when
she had left. I took a few moments to organize my desk, then returned to
my computer. With a couple clicks, I had the media player opened in two
windows. One showed the video stream from study room number 3, the other
from study room number 5. Maritse was more than just a librarian, she also
had a firm understanding of networking and protocols.
It took almost 15 minutes for Steph to make it to study room number 3.
She entered the room hesitantly, then stood looking around the small empty
space. A small desk was built into the wall to the left, and a single
wooden chair sat tucked under it. Hanging neatly over the back of that
chair was a pair of police- issue, stainless steel handcuffs. There was no
key to be seen. Standing in the corner by the solid door, Steph began to
slowly remove her clothes. Her shoes slipped off with no effort, and
nimble toes pulled the socks off her feet. With a deep sigh, and a worried
look out the window to the library beyond, she began to unbutton her shirt.
I smiled with approval as I noticed that under the crisp cotton was a very
delicate lace bra. She had learned her lessons, it had seemed. She
dropped her shirt to the floor without thinking, then stopped and looked
down at it. Bending over at the waist, she picked it up, and folded it
neatly. Somehow she knew that these little details were important to me.
With a cautious look out the window again, she laid the shirt neatly on the
small desk.
I watched as her chest rose and fell with her tense breaths. She popped
the buttons on her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Stepping out from
the puddle of plaid cloth at her feet, she folded it, too, and laid it
neatly on the desk. With a look of resignation, Steph picked up the
handcuffs and just held them for a long while. Finally, she locked one
side around her wrist, took a deep breath, put her hands behind her back,
and locked the second cuff on her other wrist. The position of her
restrained arms caused her back to arch, and her small breasts to push out
ever so slightly. I felt my breath draw deep and slow as I looked at the
picture of her on my screen. What was she thinking right now? What was
her reaction? Her desire?
Taking a moment to peek out the window, checking so see if the room
outside was clear of fellow students, Steph grabbed the door handle behind
her back and drew the door open. Now resigned to her task, she strode the
15 feet to the other study room with almost a sense of pride. This was who
she was. This is what she was supposed to do. She quickly vanished from
the view of the small camera as she stepped out the door and turned right.
I closed that window on my monitor, and switched to the one which showed
room #5. Maritse was already sitting in the room, her demeanor that of the
perfect librarian. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun, her thin-rimmed
glasses sat perfectly even across her face. She wore a loose white blouse
which, in hiding her body, only served to broadcast the fact that what was
hidden was definitely worth discovering. Her classically-cut gray skirt
was slit far enough up the side to show the lace top of her stockings--the
seams of which ran up the back of her leg with almost laser precision.
Maritse had placed the camera for maximum view of the small room, but
that left the door out of sight. Through the small microphone, however, I
could hear the brief jiggling of the handle as Steph attempted to open it
with her restrained hands.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stephanie."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Campos."
"It appears that you've followed the instructions very well so far.
Though it did take a bit longer than necessary, perhaps."
"I'm sorry, Miss Campos."
"Well that's something for Porter to deal with as he sees fit. That's
not my responsibility. My job is to teach you. Come here. Kneel there"
she pointed to the floor to the right of her knees. "Have you ever been
with a woman before?"
"No ma'am."
"Hmm... A complete novice. Sometimes interesting.... sometimes a
waste of time. You, however, look promising. And from the things Porter
has told me, you have a some real potential."
Maritse stood and slowly began to undress. When all that was left were
her stockings, she adjusted the plain wooden chair to face Steph and sat
down again, crossing her legs in a very lady-like manner. Reaching up
behind her head, she pulled the long pins which held her hair so precisely,
shaking the long black mane out to fall down around her shoulders, and over
her breasts. With smooth strokes of her hand, she deftly swept her hair
back behind her and looked down at the young girl at her feet.
The position of the chair gave me a 3/4 view of the two women, the best
angle for seeing the most of what was going on. Maritse knew exactly what
she was doing. Uncrossing her legs to reveal her neatly- trimmed mons, the
older woman leaned forward just enough to draw a subtle arch in her back,
and placed two delicate fingers under Steph's chin.
"Now.... Shall we begin?"
I shifted in my seat just a bit as I watched.
"I don't know how much experience you have being on the receiving end.
Have you much to use as a reference?"
"No, ma'am."
"A few things to remember, then. There is an art to pleasing a woman.
If you can please a woman, you can please a man. They are so much easier."
She glanced at the camera with a brief, wicked smile. I had to chuckle to
myself, but could only agree.
"It's not only about the destination. It's about the path you take to
get there. But make no mistake... the destination *is* important. There
is no one way to please a woman--or a man--with your mouth. Each person is
different. Each time is different." Maritse reached a hand forward and
pulled Steph's head gently into her thighs; directing it not to her mons,
but to the inside of her left thigh. "Today, start soft and gentle,
kissing the skin with light whispers. Pull away slowly, feeling the barely
moist skin of your lips sticking to the warm softness of my skin, as if
reluctant to let go. Let your breath become an extension of your mouth,
stroking along my skin, caressing it's softness. Mmmmm... yes. Like
that."
One of the things that had impressed me about Maritse was her ability to
maintain her concentration despite significant distractions. It is
difficult to give detailed instructions when someone is running their lips
along your thighs. Her control was amazing. That, unfortunately, was a
large part of why we didn't work out--she enjoyed being in control as much
as I. And she was not willing to give it up for any but the briefest of
times. Two dominants may find common ground in sex and conversation, but
they do not make for a good relationship.
These thoughts, however, did not distract me from watching the monitor.
Maritse wound her hand into Steph's hair, controlling her movements, her
force of attack. The lesson progressed slowly. Maritse kept her
instructions up as long as she could. But at the last, even the untrained
lips of my young slave were enough to send her over the edge. Steph's
first lesson had been a success.
As it always did, it took Maritse several minutes to come down from her
orgasm. She was one of those women who was able to completely immerse
herself in her pleasure. If only she had been submissive, I thought, we
could have had an amazing relationship.
Even though Maritse had cum--and quite intensely, from what I could
see--Steph didn't stop. She knew enough to continue to tease the older
woman , slowly letting her down from her pleasure. This was not something
that Maritse had taught her--this was her own initiative. Underneath that
shy, calm exterior was a woman who knew how to please. And that young
woman was mine... if I could challenge her enough to keep her.