HIDDEN DESIRES

Feature Writer: Amanda /
Feature Title: Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers /
Copyright: This story is copyright Amanda 2003 © please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart /
Author’s Notes: This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did /

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers

Sitting on a chair on the stage looking out at all the nubile young girls seated in rank upon rank before her, listening to the head girl read the morning lesson instantly transported Amanda back to a time when she had been seated in similar ranks…

Amanda’s parents had not, by any stretch of the imagination, been wealthy but they had decided that money was no object to their only daughter having ‘the best education’ which meant sending her to a private boarding school. So at the tender age of 11 she had been driven the 100 miles or so to Belvedere School for Girls. She hadn’t wanted to go but her parent’s had explained, at least to themselves, that it ‘was for the best’. And so Amanda found herself, dressed in her brand new school uniform getting out of her father’s old Volvo estate onto the gravel drive before the intimidating Victorian building along with several other similarly dressed frightened looking young girls.

Each girl was met by an older girl dressed roughly the same but sometimes showing a certain personalization, these the newbies were informed were prefects and for the first few days their guides and mentors. Amanda was met by a very attractive, at least Amanda’s father thought so and this wasn’t missed by her mother who eyed the young woman suspiciously, girl with long blonde hair who introduced herself to them as Mary.

Mary explained that once the new arrivals had settled in to their dormitories their appointed prefect would show them and their families around. Mary went to pick up Amanda’s suitcase but was beaten to it by Amanda’s father who wasn’t going to allow a young girl to carry anything as heavy as this case. Amanda’s mother raised her eyes to heaven and sighed as she recalled carrying the case out to the car without any offer of help.

They trooped into the large building and up 2 flights of the large central staircase and down a long corridor that echoed as they walked and finally into a large room with 10 identical sets of bed, desk, chair and chest of drawers arranged in 2 lines against bare white walls. 6 of the beds already housed large suitcases and Mary told Amanda to choose any of the remaining berths.

Not wanting to be by the door Amanda chose the one furthest into the room on the right hand side near the window. Amanda’s father heaved the suitcase onto the bed and they all trooped out again to be given ‘the grand tour.’ An hour later Amanda found herself back on the drive with Mary waving goodbye to her parents as they tearfully drove down the drive.

As soon as the car was out of sight Mary withdrew the protective arm from around Amanda’s shoulder.

“What do we do now?” Amanda asked Mary a little plaintively.

“Well I don’t know what you are going to do and I don’t really care.” Mary said, her attitude of filial support completely replaced by one of disdain, as she turned and went back into the building leaving Amanda standing alone on the drive fighting back tears that blurred her vision.

With her head hanging low Amanda walked back into the school and up the stairs to her room. All but one of the beds, the one directly on the left of hers, were empty except for the suitcases. Amanda trudged the length of the room an all but flung herself on the bed paying no attention to the other girl, until that is she heard the distinct sound of sobbing, and after assuring herself that it wasn’t her Amanda looked for the first time at her new ‘roomie’.

The girl was a little shorter than Amanda and had almost jet-black hair that was cut into a bob style that honestly didn’t suit her. A thought crossed Amanda’s mind and after digging in her suitcase finally found what she was looking for. She sat on the edge of her bed and holding out a round packet towards the other girl said simply “Hi I’m Amanda. Fancy a hobnob.”

This at least brought a smile to the other girls quavering lips who replied as she accepted the proffered biscuit.

“Thanks, I’m Rebekah.”

The two girls sat in silence eating Amanda’s biscuits as if they were a sign of the friendship that would grow between them, and, barring the odd pubescent falling out, last them through the first five years of secondary school.

By the time Amanda reached the 5th form she had started to mature nicely and, although at 5 foot 6 she hadn’t yet attained her full height, her figure showed definite signs of what was to come as her breasts seemed a little out of proportion even though they were firm in their youthfulness. She had started to let her hair grow longer and its natural curliness was beginning to take hold making it a little difficult to manage sometimes. Rebekah also was beginning to blossom into woman hood and her pale complexion and blue eyes stood out strongly in a face surrounded by her raven black hair.

It was Rebekah’s 16th birthday and as tradition decreed her mum sent her a ‘goody box’ in addition to her present. All the girls welcomed such events as, again by long standing tradition, the contents of the goody box were shared. Eagerly the girls gathered around Rebekah’s bed as she opened the box and retrieved several bags of sweets, crisps and the like and some books that were not required reading and so devoured by the girls. At the bottom of the box was a bundle of magazines, without examining them Rebekah dished them out to the girls.

Amanda took the magazine proffered by Rebekah and looked at the cover and felt goose bumps run down her spine. The magazine was called ‘True Detective Stories’ but it was the cover picture that held Amanda’s attention 100%. It was a young woman with curly shoulder length blonde hair wearing what appeared to be riding clothes of white open necked blouse, cream tight fitting trousers and knee high tan riding boots.

What spoke to Amanda however was the woman’s ‘predicament’. She was lying on the floor her hands, which wore tight black leather gloves, were tied behind her back with white cord that then connected to similar bonds around her booted ankles making her legs bend at the knee, and her mouth was gagged with what looked like a white silk scarf.

Quickly Amanda opened the pages hoping for more pictures but was disappointed to find only text.

“Thanks Becky.” Amanda said turning the magazine back to the picture adorning the front.

“No probs.” Her friend replied with a smile. Amanda put the magazine in the top drawer of her dresser and tried to forget the stirring in her pussy as she chatted with the girls.

From that moment on Amanda found that her times spent alone in the bathroom were more often than not accompanied by thoughts of the bound horse woman and all the other similar cover pics on the magazines Rebekah’s mum had sent of that type. One of her favorites was of a woman with long black hair in a grey business suit who had obviously disturbed an intruder who, although the face was hidden behind the woman also appeared to be a woman, and was pining the business woman’s arms to her side with an arm encircling her waist. The intruders other hand held a piece of white cloth over the woman’s nose and mouth, the cloth presumably soaked in chloroform or some such. The bit that really caught Amanda’s attention however were the woman’s eyes which, although wide in shock, were starting to lose focus as though the chloroform had just about done its job. If she were honest Amanda would not have even been able to say exactly what it was about those photos that so excited her and even when she masturbated it was merely the image that filled her thoughts not the before or after.

A few weeks later after the girls had got ready for bed, Amanda went to her desk to get the book they were reading for English Lit that term as she needed urgently to finish the assignment Miss Parker had set for the class. She looked all through her desk and dressing table but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Lost something, Red?” A voice called out.

Amanda hated being called ‘Red’ but with her hair it was almost inevitable and so she snapped, “Yes!”

“Is this what you are looking for?” The same voice called and Amanda spun round to see Jennifer Clarke holding the book out to her.

“You know bloody well it is!” Amanda growled as she approached the slightly taller blonde girl.

Amanda reached out to take the book but Jen snatched it away just in time and hid it behind her back.

“Give that to me!” Amanda spat and launched herself at Jen pushing her down on to the bed, the book sandwiched between Jen and the bed with Amanda on top.

Jen struggled and managed to turn so that her face was towards the bed. Amanda grasped Jen’s left arm and pinned it behind her back, her pussy pressing against Jen’s wriggling buttocks. Amanda made a grab and pulled Jen’s right arm together with her left and found that she could hold both with her own left hand.

By now Jen was squealing like a stuck pig and Amanda used her right hand to hold a handful of Jen’s straight blonde locks and pulled her head back as she demanded the return of her book. At that instant Amanda found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm, that shock realization and the thought that the other girls might notice was enough to stop the final release as she stopped pressing against Jen’s behind.

Amanda let go of Jen who rubbed the back of her head and picking up the book threw it onto Amanda’s bed.

“Can’t take a joke.” Jen said to cover the embarrassment of being bested by Amanda who calmly walked over to her bed picked up the book and went straight to the bathroom where she found release almost as soon as her fingers touched her clitoris.

And so Amanda’s fantasies altered to encompass actually subduing the women in the photos, her climaxes almost always coming as the subject submits to her overwhelming strength.

A couple of weeks after her scrap with Jen it was half term and all but Amanda and Rebekah from their dorm had gone home for the holiday week, these two staying back because their parents couldn’t get time off work. Actually Amanda didn’t mind too much as she would only have been stuck in the house alone as going away to school had meant that her friends back home had drifted away. She was pleased when she found out that Rebekah was staying as well.

As it was holidays the girls who stayed back were allowed a few extra privileges, the main ones being that there was no ‘lights out’ at 10.00 PM and they could have a TV in the dorm. The two girls eagerly scanned the TV listings choosing which programs to watch. Amanda chose a couple of soaps she hadn’t seen in ages.

“Your turn.” Amanda said passing the listing to Rebekah.

Rebekah scanned the lists then suddenly said, “Oooh, there’s a Hammer Horror on at eleven. Lets watch it and have a midnight feast!”

“Oh I don’t like horror films they give me nightmares.” Amanda said. “What is it, anyway?”

“‘The Vampire Lovers’ made in 1970.” Rebekah informed her friend. “Anyway those old Hammer films are more corny than scary. Go on it will be fun, we can pull our beds together and hide under the covers at the scary bits.” Rebekah said with a twinkle in her eye.

Amanda still wasn’t keen but acquiesced anyway with good grace.

“Oh OK. But if it gets too spooky I’m running to the bathroom!”

“Deal!” Rebekah said triumphantly.

The day passed slowly in the empty school and after a very quiet evening meal with the few other ‘stayers back’ and a couple of the teaching staff Rebekah and Amanda headed for their dorm and their night of TV. They had filled in the gaps in their viewing choice and so Rebekah said with a smile.

“Let’s get dressed for bed now, then we can just vegetate in front of the TV like a real couple of slobs.”

Amanda laughed and both girls quickly undressed and put on their ‘best’ pajamas Rebekah’s were white satin and Amanda’s jade green silk that matched her eyes and set off her red hair beautifully. They then spent the next five minutes moving the furniture between their beds so they could push them together, trying as hard as they could to do it quietly so as not to bring one of the staff in to see what was happening.

Their removals complete they emptied a large bag of crisps and a large bag of pop corn into 2 bowls, pulled back the covers of their beds and pinched the pillows from a couple of the unoccupied beds so that they could sit up comfortably and pressed the remote to start their evenings entertainment.

The soaps were disappointing as neither girl had any idea about what the current story lines were but they watched them anyway in between idle chitchat. After the soaps they broke to get more crisps, popcorn and coke and spent the next couple of hours making sure each other didn’t fall asleep before the ‘Big Event’. Eventually the film started with its corny ‘dramatic music’. They watched in silence at first then as the vampire hunter found his first victim and lopped off her head both girls screamed and Rebekah grabbed hold of Amanda’s hand. Amanda liked the feel of Rebekah’s hand in hers and so held it even as the story went on to less scary moments.

Amanda loved Maddie Smith; there was something in her little girl lost voice that stirred Amanda in ways she didn’t like to admit. Then as Ingrid Pitt was seducing Maddie, Amanda happened to glance down and noticed the unmistakable sight of fingers moving below the duvet, right above Rebekah’s crotch. Amanda was nonplussed at first but then as she squeezed Rebekah’s hand gently she felt herself becoming aroused as she watched as Maddie slowly fell under Ingrid’s spell, knowing that Rebekah was playing with herself.

Neither girl said a word as the final scene dissolved into the credits until Amanda had a wicked idea.

“Ohhh, well that was er, different.” She said. “I think I need the bathroom.”

She let go of Rebekah’s hand a little reluctantly and grabbed her sponge bag from her dressing table and almost ran out of the room. She closed the door to the dorm leaving just a crack and watched enthralled as Rebekah brought herself off, gagging as she reached orgasm so as not to cry out.

Silently Amanda entered the bathroom and locked the door. She rummaged in her sponge bag and pulled out some deep green eye shadow and bright red lipstick. Makeup was not allowed in school but it was late and Amanda did not think she would be caught. Inexpertly she applied the cosmetics and with what she hoped was an evil snarl into the mirror she left the bathroom. On tiptoes she ran down the stairs and into the first classroom she came to and looked behind the door. As she had hoped the teachers black gown and cap hung on the brass hook. She took the gown and fastened it around her neck and quickly made her way back upstairs.

“I am the evil Carmilla” Amanda said in what she hoped was a Transylvanian accent as she stepped into the room and swished the black gown dramatically. “You are my chosen victim.”

Rebekah giggled, but then played along, putting her head back with the back of her opened hand against her forehead as if in a swoon she said, imitating Maddie’s voice a little too well for Amanda’s sanity.

“Oh no! Will no one save a poor innocent virgin?”

Letting the gown flap behind her Amanda approached the side of the now doubled bed on which Rebekah was lying.

“It is too late, soon you will be in my power.”

“Save me, save me.” Rebekah pleaded but Amanda just laughed as she took Rebekah’s chin in her hand, the tip of her thump resting against Rebekah’s bottom lip.

“Look into my eyes.” Amanda commanded as she lifted Rebekah’s face towards her own.

Rebekah coyly lifted her deep blue eyes until they locked with Amanda’s, sending a thrill from Amanda’s pussy right to her nipples. “Look deep into my eyes as you give yourself to me.” Amanda continued, her phony accent forgotten in her rising arousal.

“You are feeling very sleeeepy, falling deeper and deeper into my hypnotic power.”

Amanda continued as her deep green eyes looked into Rebekah’s captive blue ones.

“Lose yourself in my deep green eyes, feel yourself surrendering to my power. Soon, very soon, your eyes will close and you will fall into a deep sleep where you will obey me.”

Rebekah’s eye’s seemed to lose focus as her eyelids fluttered and finally closed as she fell back against the pillows.

“Now you are mine!” Amanda said as she wrapped the gown over the supine form of her friend and very lightly kissed Rebekah’s neck.

Amanda stood and was about to laugh, expecting Rebekah to do the same but Rebekah just laid there with the vivid red lipstick a perfect reflection of Amanda’s lips, a beacon against Rebekah’s pale flesh and virgin white pajamas. Amanda suddenly realized that this was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. In an instant she knew what on the covers of the ‘True Detective’ magazines turned her on; the fact that the women in them were helpless, whoever was looking down on them, just as she was looking down on Rebekah, was in complete control of them.

“Rebekah?” Amanda said, a slight tremor in her voice.

“Yes.” Rebekah replied her voice soft and dreamy as if she were just waking up.

“Open your eyes, Rebekah.” Amanda said, a little scared, and more than a little excited that it might be true that Rebekah was hypnotized.

Slowly Rebekah’s eyes opened but had a glassy, far away look to them.

“You are my slave, is that right?” Amanda said in a voice that she hoped sounded like she was still playing, hoping against hope that it was real.

“Yes, I am your slave. I am in your power.”

Even if it was a game the arousal that Amanda was feeling was better than she had ever experienced. ‘How far would she play along?’ Amanda wondered to herself.

“Sit up and take off your pajama top.” Amanda commanded, “All virgin slaves should at least be topless.”

In one smooth but slow motion Rebekah sat up and started to undo the buttons of her top before removing it and leaving it discarded at her side. Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off Rebekah’s hard erect nipples budding from her firm round breasts. Amanda wanted to kiss them, to leave lipstick imprints on them, but was afraid. She undid the gown at her throat and let it fall behind her, Rebekah’s eyes never moved even as Amanda started to undo her own top and let it slide sensuously from her shoulders as her hands pushed down her pajama bottoms. Naked, she stood in front of Rebekah who still had not moved from when she had finished removing her top.

“If innocent virgins should be topless I suppose their evil Mistresses should be naked.” Amanda said but Rebekah just stared straight ahead.

Becoming a little more confident, if not in the fact that Rebekah was truly hypnotized then at least that she continued to play along, Amanda said.

“Kiss my breasts, slave.”

“Yes, mistress.” Rebekah said dreamily as, again in what appeared to be one fluid motion, she knelt on the bed and bent her head and gently kissed both of Amanda’s nipples then stopped.

“Kiss my breasts how you would want yours kissed.” Amanda commanded her first slave.

With eagerness Rebekah’s mouth surrounded Amanda’s left nipple, the tip of her tongue flicking rapidly as her hands lifted to massage Amanda’s ample breasts. Unbidden Amanda found her left hand caressing the back of Rebekah’s head, her right stroking her bare pussy sending streams of delight flooding through her body. She wanted this moment to last forever but untrained in the sins of the flesh she came all too soon, her hand wet with her own juices. Rebekah continued to suck Amanda’s breasts her tongue circling the hard nub of Amanda’s nipple.

“Enough.” Amanda almost snapped and instantly Rebekah stopped her ministrations and knelt looking blankly into the distance.

“Put your top back on and get into bed, slave.” Amanda said her voice taking on a sterner tone as she became accustomed to ordering her friend.

Once she was dressed and lying in bed Amanda said, “I’m going to kiss you goodnight now, when I do you will close your eyes and sleep until you here me call your name. When you wake you will forget everything that has happened since I came back from the bathroom. You will however ‘fess up to having played with yourself after watching the film and tell me exactly what you were thinking about whilst you did it. Do you understand, slave?”

Rebekah looked through Amanda as she said, “Yes, mistress. I understand.”

“Good little girl.” Amanda said with a smile and was about to kiss her thrall on the lips when she suddenly stopped and said. “Oh and by the way, slave. Whenever we are alone and I say to you.” Amanda stopped and thought. “Whenever I say ‘It’s sleepy time for slaves.’ You will instantly return to this hypnotized state, OK?”

“Yes, mistress.” Rebekah said as Amanda’s lips met hers and her eyes closed.

Amanda quickly dressed in her pajamas and with her handkerchief gently wiped the lipstick prints from Rebekah’s neck and lips before picking up the gown and tiptoeing down the stairs to replace it before returning, via the bathroom where she cleaned off her smudged makeup, to the dorm.

“Rebekah.” Amanda said as she entered the room and the supine figure moved and stretched as she said. “Oh, sorry I must have dosed off.”

“That was fun wasn’t it?” Amanda asked mischievously

“What the film? Yes it was.” Rebekah replied with a smile.

“I meant after the film.” Amanda continued as she got into bed beside her friend whose face now glowed almost as red as the lipstick that had so recently adorned her pale neck.

“Were, were you watching?” Rebekah asked nervously

“Watching what?” Amanda replied innocently.

“After you left I felt so horny I just couldn’t get it out of my head the way the vampire had seduced the virgin. I just kept thinking about it and the more I did the hornier I got. I e..even stroked my pussy whilst watching the film, but then when you went out I just had to play with my pussy, thinking about being seduced like that.”

“What by a woman!” Amanda said, reveling in Rebekah’s discomfort.

“I know!” Rebekah as her cheeks flushed red. “I never thought about it before, it was just the way the girl gave herself into the other woman’s power. Do you think I’m weird? I don’t know why I’m telling you this I never told anyone about, you know, playing with myself before.”

“No.” Amanda said taking Rebekah’s hand in hers and smiling reassuringly. “I don’t think you’re weird it sort of got to me too. Why do you think I ran to the bathroom?”

Both girls laughed and the tension was broken but Amanda was still not convinced that Rebekah was truly hypnotized. “It’s too late to start moving the furniture around now, shall I use Jen’s bed?” Amanda asked hoping for the reply that came with a small smile.

“No that’s OK, stay where you are then I can wake you if you have nightmares after watching that film.”

Amanda smiled and turned off the bedside light and both girls lay still in the darkness still holding hands, Amanda certain that any dreams she had would not be nightmares.

The next morning in the cold light of day Amanda was even more certain that Rebekah had only been playing at being hypnotized but neither girl said anything.

Amanda spent the whole day trying to think of some way to ‘prove’ that Rebekah was just kidding along but found the old philosophers conundrum that it is impossible to prove a negative. She had thought about trying the ‘trigger’ she had planted but would feel so embarrassed if Rebekah just laughed, so she resisted, at least that is until they were getting ready for bed when her curiosity, not to mention desire won out.

Amanda watched as Rebekah sat on her bed brushing her raven black locks and, stifling a mock yawn, said. “Mmm. it’s sleepy time for slaves.” Instantly Rebekah just froze in mid stroke. “Put the brush down, slave.” Amanda demanded and was instantly rewarded by her slave’s obedience. Amanda looked at the blank face and knew that this wasn’t what she wanted, some ‘zombie’ waiting for instructions.

No what she wanted was Rebekah, but a compliant Rebekah. A plan formed and she said “Rebekah When I tell you to, you will pick up your brush and start brushing your hair as you do so you will become yourself but remain hypnotized and subject to my commands. You will be unable to resist even if you want to. You will remain in that state until I say your special phrase. At that point you will fall asleep until I say your name, when you wake you will not remember anything that has taken place. Do you understand slave?”

Without any emotion in her voice Rebekah replied. “Yes Mistress, I understand.”

“Good now start brushing your hair.”

After just a couple of strokes Rebekah appeared to be herself again and said. “You ready for bed yet, Mistress?” Amanda was a little surprised at Rebekah using the term mistress but Rebekah didn’t seem to notice that she had, or if she did, that it was unusual.

“Not yet.” Amanda said in reply “First I want you to kiss my tits like you did before and this time play with my pussy too.”

Rebekah turned scarlet, “You what?” she said incredulously, even as she stood and started to unbutton Amanda’s top exposing her breasts that already wore erect nipples. “There beautiful.” Rebekah said despite herself as she continued “But I couldn’t poss.” Her sentence was cut short as her mouth filled with the delicious taste of Amanda’s breast, her tongue probing the tip of her nipple as her hand slid up the inside of Amanda’s leg, gliding over her silky pajama bottoms, until it cupped Amanda’s pussy before traveling up then down inside, fingers playing a tune on Amanda’s lips and clit.

In spite of herself Amanda came all too quickly and through ragged breaths said, “You can stop now.” Instantly Rebekah stood back a look of horror on her face “Wh..what did you do? I c..can’t believe I just did that.” Rebekah stuttered.

“Don’t forget to lick your fingers.” Amanda said now almost totally convinced that Rebekah truly was in her power, her plaything to do with as she pleased, as Rebekah lifted her sticky fingers and with apparent relish licked the juices clean.

“Does that taste nice, slave?” Amanda asked a wicked thought entering her head and rekindling the thrill in her pussy.

“No it doesn’t!” Rebekah replied as her tongue found the last trace of scent between her index and forefinger.

“That is a pity, slave because I want you to come and lick my pussy, like a cat lapping cream.” Amanda instructed as she slipped off her trousers and laid down on the bed.

“If you think I’m going to lick your cunt you’ve got another think coming.” Rebekah said as she climbed on to the bed between Amanda’s parted legs and bent her head to the task before her.”

“Oh I don’t think it’s a thought that is going to be cumming.” Amanda said, smiling at her own wit as she gave herself to the thrills running through her whole body making her nipples ache as Rebekah’s tongue licked up and down Amanda’s pussy. This time Amanda took longer to cum, luxuriating in Rebekah’s submissive tongue as she stroked her nipples, but eventually she could hold back no longer and, pressing her pussy against Rebekah’s face, her hand behind Rebekah’s head she shrieked with abandon at her release.

“Well done, slave. You may stop now.” Amanda said and Rebekah stood shakily wiping her mouth with the back of her arm and hand. “What have you done to me?” Rebekah almost sobbed.

With a leer Amanda replied. “I have done nothing to you slave it’s what you’ve done for me. Now kneel on the bed and start brushing your hair.”

Protesting for all she was worth Rebekah did as she had been told and Amanda said “It’s sleepy time for slaves.” And instantly Rebekah froze.

“Start brushing your hair and with the third stroke you will wake with no recollection of what just happened.” Obediently Rebekah pulled the brush through her hair and as she finished the third stroke she shivered and said. “You ready for bed yet, Amanda?”

Amanda simply smiled back and climbed into her bed to sleep, the sleep of the not so innocent.

Amanda woke the next day with a plan already forming in her mind, seeing that Rebekah was already awake she said. “Becky, I’m going to pop into the town this morning I want to get a few things, you don’t mind do you?”

“Why don’t I come with you?” Rebekah said with her usual jaunty air.

“It’s sleepy time for slaves.” Amanda said and watched as Rebekah froze where she was standing.

“You don’t want to come with me into town, Rebekah.” Amanda informed her statue.

“No mistress.” Rebekah replied woodenly.

Amanda was about to wake Rebekah when a sudden thought occurred to her, it was OK entrancing Rebekah if she needed to tell her to do something but it wouldn’t work if others were around so she said. “When you wake up slave if I ever call you, er.” Amanda thought quickly, and remembering a name her gran had used for her when she was little continued. “If I call you ‘Poppet’ you will not notice that I have called you that but what ever I have just said will seem to you like it is your idea. Now wake up.”

Rebekah shook her head “Er what.” She said sounding a little confused before continuing “Oh right you’re going into town. No I don’t mind I don’t want to go to town today.”

“Of course you do, poppet.” Amanda said with a smile just touching her lips.

“Oh on seconds thoughts.” Rebekah said. “It would be fun going in to town.”

“No it wouldn’t, poppet.” Amanda contradicted and Rebekah replied. “Oh I can’t be bothered really I don’t think it would be much fun anyway.”

“OK.” Amanda said delighted at the new hold she had over her friend.

She quickly dressed in jeans, jumper and sneakers, as during the holidays the girls didn’t have to wear school uniform, and caught the bus outside the school gates. On arriving in town some ten minutes later Amanda headed straight for the hardware shop. She wandered up and down the isles for a while until she found what she was seeking, reels of rope and cord.

If asked Amanda would never have guessed you could buy so many types of rope but as soon as she saw it she knew which she wanted. It was reasonably thick cord with an outside sheath of woven white that seemed to shine in the light. The cord was priced in yards but Amanda hadn’t really thought of how much she would need for her little adventure and so pulled off six yards and cut it with the shears that hung by a chain from the display. Quickly she coiled the cord and headed for the checkout counter.

The young woman behind the counter took the cord from Amanda who tried not to blush as the girl smiled at her and said. “What’s it for?”

“I er, it’s er for, er why?” Amanda stumbled.

“Different rope is best for different things, we’re supposed to ask make sure you got the right stuff.” The young woman explained.

Fortunately this gave Amanda chance to think of a ‘legitimate’ use for the cord. “It’s for an experiment for school something to do with pulleys I think. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Up to you, love.” The young woman replied and something stirred in Amanda as she realized how pretty this woman was and that she wanted to hypnotize her and use the cord to tie her.

She blushed again at the thought. ‘Could I? Can I hypnotize anyone or was it just a fluke with Rebekah?’ With these thoughts running through her head Amanda quickly left the store and headed straight for the public library where she got as many books on hypnotism as she could find. Laden down with her books and the cord Amanda hopped the bus back to the school.

She entered the dorm and was relieved that Rebekah wasn’t around as she hid the cord and all but one of the books in the bottom of one of the drawers in her dressing table, and then she stretched out on her bed and started to read. After a couple of hours Rebekah waltzed into the dorm.

“Oh you’re back, buy anything nice?” She asked seeing Amanda lying on her bed.

“No not really.” Amanda replied then added with a grin “I might show you later.”

“What you reading?” Rebekah asked looking at the book in Amanda’s hands. “Amanda put the book down and said, “I wasn’t reading anything, poppet.”

“So what you doing?” Rebekah asked all thoughts of Amanda reading flying easily from her mind.

“Not much just sort of lying here. Join me, then we can hold hands, poppet?”

“Mind if I join you?” Rebekah asked and proceeded to walk to Amanda’s bed and without waiting for a reply lay down beside Amanda who had to squirm across to make room.

Unselfconsciously Rebekah took Amanda’s hand in hers as if it was something she did all the time and was the most natural thing in the world. Amanda contemplated making Rebekah do something else but then decided against it, happy just to lie there holding her slave’s hand and planning in detail her nights little drama until they were roused by the bell for dinner.

After dinner Rebekah and Amanda returned to the dorm and wanting to prepare for her night times entertainment Amanda said. “It’s sleepy time for slaves.”

Rebekah froze almost in mid stride before Amanda instructed her to sit on her bed. Once Rebekah had seated herself, Amanda sat beside and stroked Rebekah’s thigh absent mindedly as she explained to her empty vessel of a slave what she wanted her to do. When Amanda was certain that Rebekah understood what was required of her Amanda stood, opened Rebekah’s wardrobe and selected certain items she wished Rebekah to wear. These she neatly laid out on the bed beside her entranced friend then clicked her fingers.

Rebekah rolled her shoulders and informed her friend that as it had seemed such a long day she was going for a nice long soak, without another word Rebekah picked up the clothes Amanda had selected and left, closing the door behind her as instructed.

Amanda wasted no time as she quickly undressed and changed into a pair of black denim jeans and a black, long sleeve, t-shirt with a low cut neck that nicely displayed her breasts. With a piece of black satin ribbon she fixed her hair into a pony tail and then retrieved the cord from her drawer and cut it into four equal lengths that she coiled and laid out on top of each other on her bed. From her drawer she removed a large white handkerchief and a small pair of white satin panties that were definitely not according to school uniform regulations.

She positioned these next to the cord before opening Rebekah’s wardrobe and removing the two inch wide white satin sash from her bathrobe that completed the set of her pajamas, coiled it around her hand and placed it beside the panties. She sat on the bed next to her ‘equipment’ imagining Rebekah washing herself intimately as she lay back in her bath and had to use all her powers of self-restraint to stop herself stroking her pussy through the tight material of her jeans. Finally she heard the bathroom door close loudly and she quickly stood, slipped on a pair of soft black leather gloves, picked up the handkerchief, turned out the lights and ‘hid’ behind where the door would open even though she knew Rebekah would not ‘see’ her until the time was right.

The door cracked open and a bead of light flooded into the darkened dorm. The opening enlarged and Rebekah came into the room her hand sliding down the wall until she felt the light switch. Once more the dorm was bright and Amanda watched as Rebekah walked towards the center of the room wearing tight fawn jeans, a white short-sleeved blouse that in the mirror opposite Amanda could see had the top two buttons undone, soft black leather gloves and black knee length boots. Even had she not had prior knowledge, Amanda could have guessed that her friend was not wearing any underwear from the way the jeans hugged her firm arse.

With stealthy steps that made her heart beat loudly, Amanda quickly covered the ground between herself and Rebekah and simultaneously slid one arm around Rebekah’s waist pining her arms to her sides whilst the other held the handkerchief firmly over Rebekah’s nose and mouth.

“Mmmmph.” Rebekah cried as she tried to struggle against her attacker but even as she tried her mind smelt the distinct odor of chloroform on the handkerchief and the more she breathed the nearer to oblivion she became until she finally sagged into Amanda’s arms.

Almost lovingly Amanda laid out the body of her friend and rewarded herself with a long look at the sleeping form before moving to the bed. She picked up the first coil of cord and with what she hoped was the same precision that the person who had staged the photo for the magazine cover had done, bound Rebekah’s wrists.

With Rebekah’s arms secured behind her back Amanda moved to her feet and bound them, first at the ankle and then just above the knee and used the last piece of cord to bind Rebekah’s wrists to her ankles. Satisfied that her captive would remain just that, Amanda lightly patted Rebekah’s cheeks slowly ‘bringing her round’.

“Who are you? Wh..What do you want?” Rebekah said somewhat woozily even as she tested the bonds that held her.

“As to who I am, that really isn’t important, and as to what I want, well that’s simple I came to rob you but now I see just how lovely you are I think I might stay and play a while, would you like that?” Amanda replied with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Let me go!” Rebekah screamed at what she believed was the top of her voice but was in reality not much more than a whisper.

“Shush.” Amanda said softly as she picked up the satin panties from her bed and knelt beside the whimpering Rebekah, ran her fingers through Rebekah’s hair gently as if removing a stray lock before grabbing a handful and making Rebekah cry out.

As quick as lightning Amanda forced the now balled panties into Rebekah open mouth, stifling any further sounds save for a few muffled sobs. With leisurely movements Amanda took the white sash, doubled it and tied it around Rebekah’s head securing the panties to stop her friend being able to spit them out. Amanda adjusted the sash where it covered Rebekah’s mouth so that it lay flat, molding itself to the contours of Rebekah’s mouth.

With Rebekah secured and gagged Amanda started to stroke Rebekah’s tits through her blouse feeling the nipples harden as she whispered to her how beautiful she was and how much fun they were going to have together.

Amanda let her hand slide down Rebekah’s body, intent on massaging her pussy only to realise when it was too late that, bound as she was, there was no way Amanda could get her fingers between Rebekah’s thighs.

“Mmm” Amanda thought to herself before deciding on her next plan of action. Quickly she untied the rope joining Rebekah’s wrists to her ankles and said as she placed her hands between Rebekah’s body and her arms and started to lift Rebekah to her feet.

“Stand up for me, little one.”

With no help from Rebekah Amanda finally managed to get her friend up on to her feet, although, as she could move neither her arms or legs Rebekah found balancing an all encompassing task, not helped by Amanda gently caressing various parts of Rebekah’s body. Balancing became even harder when Amanda hooked her finger over the first fastened button of Rebekah’s blouse and pulled, ever so slightly forward, causing Rebekah to rise on to her booted tiptoes.

Amanda grinned as she flicked the button with her thumb forcing it through the buttonhole so that her purchase on Rebekah’s blouse vanished making Rebekah rock back onto her heels and almost topple.

“Careful.”

Amanda admonished as she prevented Rebekah falling over by catching the next button as she had the first before pulling Rebekah back on to tiptoes and then releasing the fastener once more.

As Rebekah swayed back and forth she finally managed to regain her balance as Amanda stood in front of her and felt elated as she looked down on her more diminutive friend and a thought sprang into her mind as she looked at the pure white satin across Rebekah’s mouth.

“You wait there and don’t move.” Amanda said with a wicked grin, all too well aware that there was no way her confined playmate could move save for falling, a thing Rebekah was trying her hardest not to do.

As if without a care in the world, Amanda sat in front of the mirror and picked up her sponge bag and removed her favorite ‘cherries in the snow’ lipstick and applied it as neatly as she could, adding a second coat immediately after the first. Once satisfied she stood once more in front of her victim and placed a gloved hand on either side of Rebekah’s face as she bent forward and pressed her lips against the satin covering before rolling her face slightly from side to side so that as she withdrew the white satin now bore the impressed mark of her own lips.

“Stand still.” Amanda warned as she took the lipstick and filled in the faux lips of her friend. “Now you look really sexy.”

Amanda informed Rebekah, who’s only reply was to shed a single tear that ran down her cheek and would have soaked into the satin sash had Amanda not bent forward and delicately kissed it way.

Amanda considered applying more makeup to her friends face but, seeing how unsteady Rebekah was, decided against it and so moved on to the next phase of her little game. Unseen by Rebekah Amanda picked up the handkerchief once more, and, standing behind Rebekah, her breasts pushing against the material of Rebekah’s blouse, her chin resting on Rebekah’s right shoulder so that her mouth was next to Rebekah’s ear as her left hand slid into Rebekah’s now open blouse to cup her right breast.

“Would you like me to untie you, my little plaything?” Amanda whispered as the hand holding the handkerchief slowly slid between Rebekah’s waist and right arm.

Amanda felt Rebekah’s head nod her assent before pulling back as she glimpsed the rising handkerchief and ‘smelt’ the noxious vapor rising from it.

Mischievously Amanda held the cloth only few inches from Rebekah’s face as she whispered.

“Just a few deep breathes my little one, and when you wake we can play a game. Now we don’t want you to struggle and smudge your nice red lipstick sweetie, do we?”

Despite this Rebekah did struggle, much to Amanda’s delight as she pressed her crotch to Rebekah’s squirming arse and squeezed her delicious breast with her left hand as her right pressed the white cotton over Rebekah’s stopped mouth and nose.

Just as Amanda was approaching climax, simply through excitement and the pressure of Rebekah’s buns against her pussy, she felt Rebekah start to sag and only just managed to get her left hand out from inside Rebekah’s blouse and under her armpit before she crumpled in a heap at Amanda’s feet.

Expending more effort than Amanda had imagined it would take she managed to drag Rebekah to the bed were with a final heave she succeeded in dropping her face down, her legs that were still bound hanging off the side. Amanda untied Rebekah’s wrists and her arms flopped lifeless beside her. Amanda picked up Rebekah’s legs by the ankles and swung them up onto the bed before finally rolling the unconscious Rebekah on to her back. Amanda then methodically untied both cords binding Rebekah’s legs before allowing herself a few seconds recovery; sitting next to the supine form and letting her hands roam gently over Rebekah’s body.

When she had recovered sufficiently to continue, Amanda all but whispered, “You should be coming round now, sweetie.”

And right on cue Rebekah’s eyes fluttered a little and she tried to move her arms but was too groggy from the vapors she believed she had inhaled and so was unable to rise as Amanda once more placed the cloth over her nose and the silk sash that covered her panty filled mouth and said.

“Not yet sweetie, I’m not quite ready to play just yet take another nap whilst I get you all prepared.”

Drums echoed in Rebekah’s ears as once more she fought against being overcome into a ‘drugged’ sleep and once again with the feel of Amanda’s leather gloved hand stroking her breast she failed and fell into to the waiting darkness.

Amanda reveled in watching her friend pass out even though there was nothing other than smeared lipstick on the cloth she used. With Rebekah once more lost in her imagined drug inspired oblivion, Amanda went to Rebekah’s feet and pulled down the side zips of each of Rebekah’s black leather boots before removing them to the side of the bed.

She then lent over and undid Rebekah’s jeans, sliding the zip down sensuously to reveal the top of Rebekah’s soft pubic hair. Taking hold of each leg in turn Amanda managed to remove them although she half wished during the struggle she had suggested her friend wear something a little looser. However, now that Rebekah was naked from the waist down, Amanda decided that something’s were worth a little extra effort to achieve.

Smiling to herself, Amanda picked up Rebekah’s boots and replaced them, enjoying closing the zips once more to encase the soft skin of Rebekah’s calf’s. With Rebekah once more booted Amanda sat beside Rebekah and lifted her torso, holding her around the shoulder while she removed Rebekah’s blouse before placing a pillow behind her and laying her down gently, so that when she woke she would be fully able to see her naked body spreadeagled for the pleasure of her captor.

Amanda lovingly arranged Rebekah’s hair around her beautiful but gagged face, and considered removing Rebekah’s soft black leather gloves but was pleased with the symmetry of the black booted feet and gloved hands and so left them as they were.

Content with the dress of her captive Amanda retrieved the discarded pieces of cord and tied one piece to each of Rebekah’s wrists and one to each of Rebekah’s boot encased ankles the other ends of each cord she fastened tightly to the corners at the head and foot of the bed, making Rebekah look like a model for Leonardo’s ‘Vitruvian man’ were it not for the absence of two arms, two legs and a penis.

Amanda returned once more to sit beside the comatose figure splayed before her on the bed and again patted Rebekah’s cheeks to bring her back to her senses.

“Welcome back, my little pussy.” Amanda said playfully as her fingers swirled through the soft hairs of Rebekah’s mound.

“Please let me go.” Rebekah tried to say through the silky panties that filled her rapidly drying mouth but could not make herself understood as it came out simply as, “Mmmph, mmmph”

“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetie.” Amanda said as her fingers made circles around Rebekah’s navel. “If I remove your gag, do you promise to be a good little girl?” Amanda asked as her fingers reached the lower part of Rebekah’s breast.

“Mmmph,” Rebekah responded but indicated her acquiescence by trying to nod her head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Amanda said with a smile as she hooked her leather clad index finger under the silken sash below Rebekah’s nose and pulled it down over her chin so that it lay like a scarf around Rebekah’s milky throat. “Is that better sweetie?” Amanda asked wickedly.

“Gnno,” Rebekah squeezed passed the panties that by now were soaked with her saliva.

“Oh silly me.” Amanda said in mock self-deprecation. “I forgot all about those silly panties. Do you want me to take them out?”

Once again Rebekah tried to speak but the result was the same as before.

“Oh I’m sure that was a yes.” Amanda said as she squeezed Rebekah’s right nipple between her thumb and forefinger raising a stifled gasp and a wide-eyed stare from Rebekah. “Let me see what I can do.”

Amanda continued as she placed her open mouth over Rebekah’s and, biting down on the material raised her head, eventually pulling the panties free from Rebekah’s mouth.

Rebekah gasped taking huge breathes of air through her dry but now unobstructed mouth.

“What a naughty little girl you are.” Amanda said holding the panties between the same finger and thumb that had so recently pinched Rebekah’s nipple to firmness. “You’ve got my panties all wet.”

She dropped them onto Rebekah’s bare midriff as she rose and then stood at the foot of the bed in Rebekah’s direct line of sight. Amanda took hold of the hem of her t-shirt with her arms crossed, lifted and uncrossed her arms removing her top in one easy motion that should almost have been accompanied with a ‘ta-da’.

Discarding the top Amanda quickly undid her jeans and wriggled her firm bare arse until they were free, pushed them down, and stepped deftly out of them. Lifting both hands behind her head so that her breasts pushed forward Amanda undid the bow holding her hair and shook her head causing her long curly locks to fall against her face in a shower of red.

Amanda bent at the waist but with her legs held straight and placed a gloved hand on the sodden panties and drew them towards her across Rebekah’s bare flesh, leaving behind a glistening trail from Rebekah’s navel to her mound. She wiped them several times over Rebekah’s pussy, swapping saliva for the first hint of musk. She then lifted them to her face and smelled them, her eyes closing as the scent of her friends arousal filled her nostrils.

“Mmmm.” Amanda purred as she took hold of the panties at either side of the waist and shook them back to their normal shape.

Holding Rebekah’s eyes with her own she lifted first one leg and then the other, slipping them into the panties before pulling them up over her pussy and tight firm backside. Rebekah’s drool had given the panties a soft translucence and Amanda’s red pubic hair could be seen clearly through them.

The dampness of the panties only served to increase Amanda’s arousal to the point where she almost gave into the temptation to stroke her pussy but she knew that if she did so she would come instantly and this time she wanted to prolong the sensation as long as possible.

“W… What are you going to do to me?” Rebekah asked plaintively. Amanda loved the stammer of her victim and said matter of factually. “I’m going to rape you of course. I’m going to make you cum like you never dreamed possible. And as soon as you do I’ll release you. That’s all you have to do, little one. Just cum for me and I’ll let you go.”

“No you can’t.” Rebekah pleaded as Amanda knelt on the bed between Rebekah’s rope spread legs. Leather gloves stroked leather boots before moving slowly up the inside of Rebekah’s thighs stopping just before touching her pussy.

“Oh but I can.” Amanda informed her object of desire and because you disagreed with me you’ll have to make me cum as well.”

Amanda’s hands slid up the side of Rebekah’s body, detouring slightly over her nipples before continuing up her arms. Amanda grasped Rebekah’s wrists feeling the cord holding them still then lowered herself on top of Rebekah, their pussy’s pressed together as Amanda planted her lips on Rebekah’s feeling the lipstick smear round both their mouths.

Amanda was delighted as, without instruction she felt Rebekah respond, gently exploring Amanda’s lips with her tongue as she ground her pussy against Amanda’s sodden panties. Amanda glanced towards Rebekah’s right hand and noticed that where she had laid it out palm up, the cord passing over the palm between Rebekah’s middle and ring finger, the cord was now grasped tightly in Rebekah’s clenched fist allowing her to pull against it’s anchorage to allow her to raise her pussy against Amanda’s with more force. Amanda was certain that even though she had not instructed Rebekah how to react to this part of the game she was however genuinely beginning to enjoy it.

Amanda slightly longer frame allowed her to lift her torso slightly whilst still griping Rebekah’s wrist and smothering her mouth and cheeks with kisses so that her nipples could either brush against Rebekah’s or if she so willed press their tits firmly together. So when she sensed Rebekah approaching orgasm she pressed down with her tits and lifted her crotch from Rebekah’s searching pussy.

“Not yet, my love,” Amanda breathed into Rebekah’s ear as she moved her hands back down the bed then pulled her knees forward so she could straddle Rebekah her calf’s squeezing against Rebekah’s ribs.

Amanda started to tickle Rebekah under her armpits forcing Rebekah to squirm her stomach, rubbing back and forth across Amanda’s damp panties until, on the verge of orgasm, Amanda stopped and Rebekah sagged back against the bed gasping for breath.

“Lick my pussy you little slut face.” Amanda commanded as she knelt up, leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall behind the bed and lowered her pussy to Rebekah’s waiting mouth. Eagerly Rebekah’s tongue pressed against Amanda’s panties her lips pouting to suck Amanda’s juices through the soaking material, teeth gently teasing Amanda’s clit. Once more Amanda approached climax and with more restraint than she believed she possessed she lifted her pussy from Rebekah’s mouth.

“That was good my little bondage slut.” Amanda said as she squatted once more on Rebekah’s stomach and started the ticking again, gloved fingers bringing howls of pain/laughter from Rebekah and exciting Amanda even were it not for Rebekah’s stomach rubbing against her pussy.

As quickly as she had started Amanda stopped and once more an exhausted Rebekah slumped back on the bed.

“You look like you need reviving.” Amanda said as she slid backwards until her mouth was inches from Rebekah’s pussy, so close Amanda could smell her arousal.

Curiously she pushed out her tongue and, with the tip tasted Rebekah’s lips. Amanda was not sure whether she would be able to do this but she found the taste exciting and the whimper of expectation that escaped Rebekah’s mouth was all the encouragement she needed. Slowly at first Amanda explored Rebekah’s pussy with her tongue.

“Yes, please do it, lick me, please.” Rebekah begged, now sounding like she wanted to cum for it’s own sake as well as for Amanda’s promise to release her when she had done so.

Caught up in the new experience of pleasuring another girl Amanda almost missed the unmistakable sign of Rebekah’s approaching climax, one more touch of her tongue against Rebekah’s engorged clitoris would have been more than sufficient to take Rebekah to the place her body so longed to go. Annoyed with herself that she had almost let her slave cum Amanda stretched until her head was resting on Rebekah’s secured upper arm her foot slowly sliding up and down Rebekah’s left boot as her gloved hand described circles around Rebekah’s surprisingly hard nipples as she whispered. “Did you like that, slut? Did you like having your owner nearly make you cum?”

“Please, please let me cum.” Rebekah sobbed softly as her body ached from the closeness of the release both erotically and physically she craved.

Amanda propped her head up on her hand looking into Rebekah’s eyes as she picked up the handkerchief once more from Rebekah’s side.

“Maybe next time.” Amanda said as she held the cloth over Rebekah nose and mouth and waited until her friend’s eyes closed and the struggling against her bonds subsided.

Amanda then untied the bonds trapping Rebekah and removed her boots, gloves and lipstick stained sash and stroking her hair whispered.

“It’s sleepy time for slaves. Can you hear me Rebekah?”

“Yes mistress.” The naked girl replied eyes still closed as her firm breasts rose and fell with her exceptionally regular breathing.

“Good little girl.” Amanda encouraged. “Your mistress is very pleased with her new plaything.” Amanda went on to instruct Rebekah to return to the bath and soak for a while, then dress in her pajamas and return to the dorm without having any recollection of what had just happened.

Amanda watched as Rebekah’s cute ass went through the door leaving an exhausted Amanda still wearing the panties soaked, now more with her juices than Rebekah’s saliva, to put the room to rights and hide the tools of her fun evening before pulling on her favorite nightwear over the panties and picking up one of her borrowed books on hypnotism slipped under her duvet.

Half an hour later Rebekah returned looking clean but a little worried as if something were playing on her mind. “I think I’ll just go straight to sleep.” Rebekah informed Amanda as she too climbed into bed and almost instantly fell asleep. Pleased to have time to research her new subject Amanda decided not to get Rebekah to give her the seeing to she had half been planning.

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter two

The following morning Amanda awoke and, turning over, saw Rebekah sitting on her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs so that her chin was resting on her knees. It was obvious to Amanda that Rebekah had been watching her sleep and said.

“Morning, Becky. You OK?”

“Suppose.”

Was the slightly sullen response from Rebekah that worried Amanda. Had she remembered what had happened the previous night? “What should I do today?” Rebekah asked raising Amanda’s level of alarm even higher.

“I don’t know.” Amanda replied, then added, simply for something to say. “Er why don’t you go the library and study for your exams?”

Thinking of the exams reminded Amanda exactly how near they were and that she should really be spending her time revising.

“OK.” Rebekah said, sounding a little more relaxed and now that she had a purpose she got out of bed, dressed and left the dorm even before Amanda had got out of bed.

This incident really frightened Amanda. She wasn’t sure what was happening but feared that her control of Rebekah was leaking into her everyday life leaving her incapable of making decisions for herself. ‘Was that possible?’ Amanda wondered and knew that her day would be spent reading the books she had got from the library, this was so much more important than her exams.

After finishing the 3rd book, albeit by skipping several tedious chapters about ethics and the like, Amanda was convinced that her earlier diagnosis was correct and that she would have to limit her use of conditioning on Rebekah, and possibly try to build up Rebekah’s self confidence at the same time or risk losing her friend; even if it meant not enjoying the thrills she was beginning to crave. This realization more than anything led her to the decision to see if she could hypnotize anyone else; that way she could play out her little games with someone other than Rebekah. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least some of the time I’m sure it will be OK to use Rebekah every now and then’.

Thus decided, Amanda now turned her attention first to whom she should try out her new found powers on and then, more trickily how. With a sigh Amanda picked up the 4th book hoping for inspiration.

By lunchtime Amanda had cast aside the fourth book and grabbed paper and pen to ‘sort out her thoughts’ and the information she had devoured over the last couple of days. In the end Amanda decided that although all the books insisted you couldn’t hypnotize someone who didn’t want to be hypnotized, the trick, and hypnotism she realized was a trick, was in convincing someone that they wanted to be hypnotized and that the hypnotist had that ability; or that they didn’t know they were being hypnotized and therefore would not resist, or finally, and Amanda admitted most exciting, that they thought they couldn’t resist the hypnotists power and so had to submit, meaning in effect that they wanted to submit.

‘Well, that’s the theory.’ Amanda thought to herself. ‘I now have to prove it.’ Her resolve sounded convincing but she nevertheless harbored a few doubts that her theory could also end up being disproved, but these she pushed to some back water of her mind for fear that they may be self fulfilling, and concentrated instead on selecting her next victim. ‘No,’ she corrected herself. ‘Not victim, ‘lucky girl’.’

Amanda ran through all the people who were in school during the holiday and having discounted all the younger girls, even that tall leggy blonde athlete who only stayed back to train for the inter-county championships, realized that the only person she really wanted to ‘play with’ was her English Lit teacher, Miss Parker. Amanda’s reasoning for this was, even she would have admitted, twofold. First she was widely recognized as being gorgeous, lithe was a word that seemed to have been especially coined for Miss Parker, and secondly, Amanda was late on 2 of Miss Parker’s assignments that would count towards her GCSE.

‘OK, I now have the who; all I need is the where and how.’ Amanda mulled, and glancing at her watch realized that Miss Parker would probably be in her study, so that took care of the where. ‘two down, one to go.’ Amanda thought. ‘Should I make a plan or just wing it?’

Having no previous experience, her only real choice she decided, even as she rapped softly on Miss Parker’s door, was to wing it.

“Come in.” Miss Parker said through the thick oak door just loud enough for anyone with perfect hearing to catch. Amanda turned the handle and walked into the light and airy room of her English Lit teacher.

“Oh hello, Amanda.” Miss Parker greeted her visitor with genuine warmth.

At twenty-five Miss Parker was viewed by the girls as older and therefore obviously experienced but not subject to the decay of the ‘old’ teachers, some of whom were no more than twenty-eight, oh the arrogance of youth. Her shoulder length, auburn hair was naturally wavy and always worn loose, framing a classically beautiful face with its smallish, slightly upturned nose and generous mouth.

If anyone had taken a poll of her nicest feature however, it would probably have been a dead heat between her high cheekbones and her eyelashes that, with the aid of mascara, curled darkly over her eye sockets emphasizing the light grey eyes beneath. Also Miss Parker was always ‘nicely turned out’; usually in a dress, though on more formal occasions, in a skirt suit, either of which would show off her extremely well defined calves that were nicely enhanced by her penchant for high heeled strappy sandals; everything about Miss Parker shouted femininity. Today, Amanda noticed, as she looked at Miss Parker sitting in her ‘comfy’ leather armchair was no exception.

Her cool Indian cotton dress was a soft buttermilk color but with large poppy prints all over. The neck was elasticated allowing the wearer to choose between a deep round neck or, as with Miss Parker, off the shoulder so that it formed an almost straight line from her upper arms across her chest just above her firm young breasts and below her beautifully defined collar bones.

The bodice fitted snugly across her flat midriff and then, from a seam running beneath her chest bloused out in ruched over her breasts, not clinging, but hinting at the firm breasts that lay hidden beneath. The skirt, which was split up the front and fastened with buttons, flared from her waist and had a soft fluted hem that, had she been standing, would have come to mid calf. The last three buttons were unfastened so that the two halves hung either side of her knees. Her trademark strappy sandals were gold and her feet, with their bright red toenails, crossed demurely at the ankles, rested on a low red velvet footstool, one sandal hanging loose from her toes.

“Hello, Miss. You look pretty today.” Amanda said with a smile and the merest hint of a blush “Almost like you should be walking barefoot through a meadow somewhere.”

“Thank you, Amanda, how very sweet of you.” Miss Parker replied, returning Amanda’s smile before adding sardonically. “Have you brought me those missing assignments?”

Looking crestfallen Amanda replied, “No Miss, sorry, Miss. That’s what I came to see you about that and..”

“Yes?” Miss Parker inquired solicitously as she motioned for Amanda to sit on the wooden dining chair opposite her chair. She placed her book on the small side table after first marking the page with a fringed leather bookmark. Gracefully she lifted her feet off the footstool and with her ankles still crossed brought them back to the edge of her chair as she leaned forward and down to adjust the ankle strap of her left sandal.

Amanda sort of sagged onto the chair, her whole body seeming crumpled with worries. “I don’t want to disturb you, Miss. I know what it’s like to be distracted when you are trying to read. You like reading don’t you, Miss?”

“Yes, Amanda. I love reading. Now Come on, this is not like you. What’s the matter? Home sick?”

“No, Miss” Amanda mumbled before continuing more clearly. “Its just that I’m so tired. I can’t seem to sleep at night, and then, during the day, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Do you ever feel like that, Miss? You know, you are so tired all you want to do is close your eyes and sleep.”

Strangely, as a teacher of English, Miss Parker didn’t seem to notice the lack of a rising inflection at the end of Amanda’s last sentence turning what would have been a question into a statement and replied simply. “Yes, we all feel like that sometimes.”

“Really?” Amanda replied as if taking solace from Miss Parker’s words.

“Of course.” Miss Parker replied sitting back and placing her hands folded on her lap making her skirt ride up slightly, looking happy that she seemed to be helping one of her charges.

“But it’s different for you.” Amanda continued. “Sitting here in your nice warm office, relaxing in your nice comfy chair, feeling the warm sun flooding gently through your window. It would be so easy for you to just close your eyes and drift into sleep.”

Despite herself Miss Parker found herself stifling a yawn.

“You see.” Amanda explained. “All you have to do is take a few minutes to relax and let your sleepy, tired eyes close. No one will know, and you would feel so much better. I can’t do that, but you can. I have to stay awake all day; even on a warm sunny day like today, but you don’t. You can close your eyes anytime you want; even now you should close your eyes and relax, breathing deeply.”

Amanda couldn’t believe it when Miss Parker closed her large grey eyes, her long lashes curling upwards, away from those delightful cheeks.

Amanda’s heart was pounding in her chest, so far all she had done was tell her teacher why she was so down, she could stop now and there would be no consequences; but as she looked at Miss Parker, so near to submission, Amanda knew she couldn’t stop. This was the crucial point, any distraction would bring Miss Parker out of her light trance and if Amanda started to take her deeper, as she knew she must, and that happened, Miss Parker would know what Amanda had been trying to do. Amanda felt her palms grow clammy even as she pressed ahead.

“You are feeling so warm and relaxed, sitting in your favorite chair in your nice warm office.” Amanda ventured, remembering the advice she had read about making the subject feel safe. “So calm here in your office. Just you and me; on this warm spring day. Just you and me, nothing else matters, you are so safe and comfortable, this is your office and you can close your eyes anytime you want and sink into a deep relaxing sleep. Nothing will disturb us, you can relax here in your office with the warm sun on your skin and the sound of my voice gently taking you deeper and deeper into a warm relaxing sleep.”

“You are so nice, listening to my voice, letting me take you deeper.” Amanda ploughed ahead letting her subjects care for her student’s welfare and her need to be liked cloud any thoughts of resistance.

“It will be so much nicer for both of us if you listen to my voice as you drift softly and deeper into sleep. From now all you can hear is my voice. My voice will lead you deeper into sleep.”

Amanda resisted using the word hypnosis even now, for fear of triggering some innate defense from Miss Parker.

“You feel more relaxed the more you listen to my voice, soon you will be so relaxed, so deeply asleep, that you will not think about anything except my voice. Listen to my voice taking you so deep you can only hear my voice. All you want is to hear my voice as it takes you deeper into sleep. When you hear me say ‘deepest you have ever been’ you will be completely relaxed deeply asleep and only able to hear my voice. You are going deeper, so deep and relaxed this is the deepest you have ever been.”

“How do you feel, Miss Parker?” Amanda asked, scared stiff that her teacher would sit up, say something sarcastic and expel her from school.

“Feel warm, feel relaxed.” Miss Parker responded as she rolled her head slightly.

“Yes!” Amanda wanted to shout but didn’t; instead saying. “Do you remember me saying you looked like you were walking barefoot through a lush green meadow?”

“Mmm, yes warm sun, gentle breeze.” Miss Parker sighed taking a deep breath of imagined meadow scented air that made her breast rise and her stomach strain against the thin cotton of her dress.

“That’s right.” Amanda agreed. “Why don’t you take off your shoes so you can walk barefoot and feel the warm sun playing on your skin, the gentle breeze keeping you cool as you slowly descend through the meadow towards a babbling brook.”

With practiced ease Miss Parker pushed down the ankle strap of her left foot with the toes of her right and let it fall off her toes before repeating the exercise with her right.

“You can just hear the water tinkling over the stones and you want to let the water run over your bare feet.” Amanda told her new favorite teacher. “Every step you take towards that cool refreshing stream makes you go deeper, more relaxed, wanting only to feel the cool water run through your toes as you listen to my voice.”

“Can you see the stream yet?” Amanda asked.

“Cool water, just a few steps away.” Miss Parker said as her painted toes curled in apparent anticipation of the refreshing water they would soon be immersed in.

“That’s good; now just listen to my voice as you count the steps to the stream, as soon as your feet feel that cool refreshing water you will be completely hypnotized, unable to think for yourself, it’s too warm to think, let me think for you. Now count those last few steps out loud as you fall deeper and deeper into hypnotic sleep.”

“1, 2, 3…” Miss Parker recited rhythmically at first, then slowed “11.. 12…13…. 14…..”

She slowly lifted her right foot and made as if to test the temperature of the water she could see clearly in her mind’s eyes. As her toes made contact with the carpet she let out a deep satisfied sigh as her head lolled to one side, her arms wilted and her legs fell to the side, much to Amanda’s amusement and a little disappointment with her knees together, demure and feminine even in her trance.

Amanda’s heart was pounding so loud she was sure that if Miss Parker was not currently in a deep hypnotic trance she would have heard it right across the room, but Amanda knew that Miss Parker heard nothing until she spoke to her.

“Can you hear me, Miss Parker?” Amanda asked, not even realizing the absurdity of addressing the older woman with deference when at any moment Amanda could order her to do anything she wanted but to Amanda Miss Parker was Miss Parker.

“Yes, Honey. I can hear you.” Miss Parker said, her usage of such a familiar term as ‘Honey’ making Amanda blush.

“That’s very good. Now I want you to open your eyes but remain totally asleep, totally hypnotized, able only to hear my voice, able only to do as I say.”

Slowly Miss Parker’s eyes opened and, although they appeared to look at Amanda, they didn’t register anything, as her long dark lashes flashed with each slow blink of her eyelids as she sat up and placed her hands folded on her lap waiting for Amanda to provide her with her next thought.

‘My god she’s gorgeous.’ Amanda thought to herself, even as visions of what she would get Miss Parker to do to her flashed across her mind. She almost told her to undress but she then realized that part of Miss Parker’s allure and air of sexuality was the way she dressed. ‘How good will she be with her tongue?’ Amanda suddenly thought, then with a growing sense of dread. ‘What if she’s never been with anyone who’s gone down on her. It’d be fun teaching her but..’

Amanda hadn’t considered that Miss Parker might be inexperienced, when she’d chosen her she’d been convinced that she would know just what to do to make Amanda happy, but now. ‘Just ask her, twit!’ another part of her brain shouted at her over her rising doubt. Amanda almost laughed at her stupidity but excused it on the grounds that she was new to all this.

“Have you ever been with anyone who’s kissed your pussy, Miss Parker?” Amanda asked, unable to stop herself blushing as she did so.

The laugh that came from Miss Parker almost shocked Amanda it was so incredulous and; ‘downright dirty’. “Of course I have, Honey. Didn’t you know me and Heather Wiseman are living together. No of course you didn’t; we’ve tried to be discreet but I thought it might be suspected.”

‘Miss Wiseman!’ Amanda’s inner self objected. ‘oh how could she.’ Miss Wiseman was the head of the fourth years and, to put it mildly as butch and pretty as a bulldog who’s chewing a wasp, the girls all called her Leslie on account that they thought she was a lesbian and Leslie could also be a mans name, to the girls in a boarding school such is viewed as wit. Then Amanda considered what this meant, sure Miss Parker was a lesbian and so presumably knowledgeable about satisfying the needs of another woman but; Miss Wiseman! Did that mean all Miss Parker liked were women that acted, and she had to say, looked like men? Again the voice in her head repeated the refrain.

“Do you like other women besides Miss Wiseman?” Amanda asked, not quite certain whether the terms women and Miss Wiseman really belonged together.

“Yes.” Was Miss Parker’s simple response.

‘Hmmm.’ Amanda thought. ‘There’s obviously an art to this question asking lark.’ “Who do you fancy?” Amanda asked, using the prepubescent term without embarrassment.

“Well, ” Miss Parker pondered. “I Adore Kylie Minogue, I could just wrap her up in tissue paper and…” Miss Parker, much to Amanda’s annoyance didn’t explain what she would like to do to Kylie if she had her wrapped up like a Christmas box she just look slightly wistful before continuing.

“Oh and Calista Flockhart in Ally McBeal, before she got skinny. Did you see that one where she and Lucy Liu were dancing together; boy I came thinking about that for weeks after. Shame Ally never got it on with Georgia, I’d have paid good money to see that.”

Now she had started there seemed no stopping Miss Parker.

“Then there’s Willow and Tara from Buffy, I mean Buffy’s cute I certainly wouldn’t object, but the whole Willow not being sure of her sexuality thing and Tara with those lips and dreamy eyes! That was another of my favorite programs when Willow cast a spell to make Tara forget and they all ended up with amnesia, and even when Willow thought she was Zander’s boyfriend she was drawn to Tara, god that was hot. You know you remind me a little of Willow, I suppose it must be the red hair, I’ve always had a soft spot for redheads.”

The last was accompanied with a wink.

“Yes come to think of it I suppose out of your year you’d be the one I’d most want to do it with, although Jen has the most fantastic body and Angela Stenson’s arse is to die for, I wonder if she knows how scrumptious it looks under her short pleated skirt? Reminds me of.”

“Thank you, Miss Parker.” Amanda said, finally ending Miss Parker’s list and returning her to a state of waiting, no longer animated by desire as she had been as she answered Amanda’s question. ‘For an English Lit teacher she sure watches a lot of trash TV!’ Amanda thought.

“If you fancy me and Jen and Angela, why haven’t you ever shown it?” Amanda asked, genuinely interested her teachers response.

Miss Parker’s face took on a sad cast as she replied. “What and spend the rest of my time here known as Leslie, Nosy I expect with the surname Parker, but I’d prefer it if girls like you wouldn’t assume I’m going to try and get their panties off the moment I get them alone, besides there are rules about fraternizing with pupils; even if both are consenting adults.”

This final disclosure was said with such feeling Amanda almost asked her about it but a plan was now beginning to take shape in her mind and she would hate to lose it.

“What if you could do what you wanted, no consequences?” Amanda asked a note of mischief hanging in her words.

“Oh.” Miss Parker said a hint of longing in her voice. “Then I’d be the happiest person on the planet. Just half an hour with you or Angela, or both, I could make you feel things you never dreamed about. Oh yes if there were no consequences and one of my pretty little students came to call looking all innocent but available.”

“In that case.” Amanda cut Miss Parker off in mid flow again. “In a moment I’m going touch your knee when I do so you will pick up your book open it on your lap, close your eyes and fall asleep. You will stay asleep until you hear the door close, then you will wake and forget that I was ever here, you will just think you have nodded off while reading. You will stay in this room reading until you hear a knock on the door.”

Suddenly Amanda imagined the wrong person coming and so added.

“Three quick knocks followed by two at one second intervals, you will lose all sense of the consequences your actions would normally result in, you will simply want to satisfy your desire. When you hear me say ‘Back to reality’. Your normal self control will reassert itself.”

Again Amanda had a thought, ‘what if she tries to hurt me?’ and said “If you hear me say ‘Non’ you will freeze unable to move and when I say ‘It’s sleepy time for teachers’ you will return to this relaxed hypnotic state able only to hear my voice and do only as I command. Do you understand, Miss Parker?”

“Yes, Honey.” Miss Parker said absently “Will it be you who knocks?”

“Wait and see.” Amanda said reaching out and touching Miss Parker’s knee. Instantly Miss Parker picked up her book, placed it on her lap and closed her eyes as her head once more lolled to one side. Quietly Amanda stood walked to the door, left and closed the door behind her. Inside the room Miss Parker opened her eyes picked up her book and continued to read from the point she had go to when Amanda arrived.

xxxxx

Amanda returned to the dorm from her meeting with Miss Parker and quickly undressed and dashed to the bathroom. She showered, washing and conditioning her hair 3 times to try to erase at least some of its natural curliness. Then when she was dry she wrapped a towel around her and returned to the dorm. As she walked through the door she saw Rebekah sitting on her bed, arms once more wrapped around her legs staring forwards. “Hi I thought you were studying in the library.” Amanda said, a little irritated at Rebekah’s early return.

“Finished. What should I do now?” Was Rebekah’s flat response.

“How do I know.” Amanda said annoyed that Rebekah required her attention, but then brightened as she asked. “Would you like to help me get ready? I have to go and see Miss Parker about my late assignments, and I want to look my best.”

“OK, what do you want me to do?” Rebekah asked seemingly incapable of making any decisions for herself but more animated once Amanda had given her a job to complete. Amanda sat in front of her dressing table / desk and said.

“I think I want my hair in pigtail plaits, I haven’t worn it like that for ages, will you do it for me?”

Having a task to perform seemed to brighten Rebekah who quickly picked up Amanda’s brush and started to pull it through Amanda’s thick locks, straightening out at least some of the waves. When she was satisfied with the result she parted Amanda’s hair across the top of her head, separating it into two distinct halves. When this was complete she stood at Amanda’s right, placed the brush just to the right of the center parting and one third back along the crown and divided out a section of hair from there to about a 3rd from the back that she brushed along the flat of her hand then lifted it and pulled the brush through the underside of the bunch.

“Here hold this and keep it flat and tight.” Rebekah instructed Amanda, who held it as she had been told. “How long is this going to take?” Amanda asked.

“I thought you wanted to look your best, if all you want is a couple of dangly bits either side of your head just say; I’m sure I’ve got better things to be doing than this.” Rebekah replied although when she thought about it she realized that apart from this she had nothing to do, and anyway she liked making Amanda look beautiful.

Rebekah repeated her actions separating out the 3rd down to the nape of Amanda’s neck, she left this bunch hanging down Amanda’s back before collected the remaining front third in her hand ensuring that no stray wisps escaped.

“Swap you.” Rebekah said and she took hold of the central section that Amanda currently held above her head whilst Amanda took hold of the front portion.

“Now sit still. I don’t want this messing up.” Rebekah commanded as she laid the middle section so that it passed just behind Amanda’s ear in a straight line following Amanda’s neck.

She reclaimed the piece held by Amanda and placed it over the central one, as she took hold of it in her left hand. She picked up the final strand and laid that between the other two, indicating to Amanda that she should hold it. With her now free hand Rebekah smoothed the hair on Amanda’s crown emphasizing the lines of the top and bottom sections. From here on this moved a pace with Rebekah plaiting the sections together, giving each a little turn and pulling it tight to keep it from fraying or frizzing. When all that remained was about three inches of unplaited hair, Rebekah asked.

“You got a rubber band or something?”

Amanda was mortified to realize she hadn’t but Rebekah just said as she guided Amanda’s hand to the bottom of the plait.

“Hold this and DON’T let it go.”

As soon as Amanda had a firm grip that satisfied her, Rebekah ran to her desk and retrieved her diary and a pair of nail scissors. She opened the diary at the page that was marked with a thin piece of pink satin ribbon slightly longer than the A5 book, and with the scissors snipped off the ribbon close to the spine, doubled it and cut it in two.

With the first piece of ribbon Rebekah ‘tied off’ the pigtail with a neat little bow. Still not satisfied Rebekah picked up the brush and tidied up the end of the plait before laying it over Amanda’s shoulder so that the end would, had she been naked, have brushed her nipple and said. “OK other side.”

Without words, but intense concentration from Rebekah who tried with all her will to make both plaits symmetrical, Rebekah completed her task and said, “Maybe next time I can do you a French pleat.” Then returned to her bed to sit.

“That’s wonderful.” Amanda said genuinely pleased with the effect and added. “You really are very good at this, maybe when you leave school you should become a hair dresser.”

“OK” Rebekah replied and Amanda wondered if her throw away comment would lead her friend to spend her whole life dressing peoples hair instead of continuing her education.

“What are you going to wear?” Rebekah asked quietly. “What sort of effect are you after?”

“I honestly don’t know.” Amanda admitted. “I want to look young and innocent but sort of available.” Amanda suddenly realized what she’d said and quickly added “Forget I just said that, poppet. But help me choose something that you think would give me that kind of look.”

Again having a purpose Rebekah said, “I know, I’ll choose something for you. You just see to your makeup while I grab some things, nothing striking just a very light pink lipstick, there’s some in my make up bag, a little blusher and eye shadow should be fine.”

Amanda thanked Rebekah and grabbed her stash of illicit make-up and found a tube of light pink just as Rebekah had promised, just a hint of pink on the top of her cheeks to give that sort of flushed look and some very light green eye shadow.

“There, you go.” Rebekah said holding out her hand expansively over the outfit she had laid out on the bed. Most of the things Amanda accepted with a grudging respect for Rebekah’s choice.

Moving up the bed as if on a very thin flat model were; a pair of white tennis shoes, white ankle socks with lace trimmed tops. Amanda’s white paneled tennis skirt that her parents had bought for her when she was thirteen, then it came to her knee, now it came to mid thigh and, had it not been a wrap over style with Velcro fastening there would have been no way she could have squeezed into it.

On top of the skirt, their waistbands touching were a pair of panties that matched the ones Amanda had used the previous evening to silence her friend. Thus far so good, what did cause Amanda to question Rebekah’s taste was the top, it wasn’t even hers, it was Rebekah’s, her favorite white stretchy vest with red piping and two bright cherries hanging from a stalk over the breast area.

“I can’t wear your vest, Rebekah.” Amanda explained. “There’s no way it will fit me.”

“I know.” Said Rebekah. “Trust me that’s why I chose it.”

“OK.” Amanda said sounding unconvinced as she sat on the edge of the bed, pulled on the panties and socks and then, expecting Rebekah to turn away and respect her privacy which living in such close proximity was required, slipped off the towel as she picked up the skirt.

Amanda was embarrassed to note that Rebekah just stood there watching her as she wrapped the skirt around her waist and smoothed the two pieces of Velcro together.

“Well here goes.” Amanda said as she picked up the vest and put her arms through the straps and her head through the neck; so far so good, then grasping the rolled up hem she rolled it down and over her breasts.

The hem ended up a mere two inches below her tits and couldn’t possibly hope to make up for the amount it had required to stretch to do that to make contact with her torso and so simply hung about an inch from Amanda’s skin. The cherries ended up a little higher than the designer had intended but when Amanda looked at herself in the mirror and noticed how prominent her nipples appeared she smiled at Rebekah.

“OK now I believe you.”

Amanda crossed to Rebekah and said. “Thanks for this, you’ve been great.”

She bent her head intending to kiss Rebekah on the cheek as young girls are want to do but was surprised by Rebekah’s quick realignment of her head so that she ended up kissing her full on the lips. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a second but left Amanda feeling hot and excited.

“I hope everything goes OK with..” Rebekah said but the words trailed away as she realized Amanda had already left.

In no time at all Amanda found herself once more outside Miss Parker’s study and before knocking pulled her skirt a little higher and Rebekah’s top out and down try to cover as much as was physically possible, although to be truthful that wasn’t much. She made sure both her braids were neatly hanging over her shoulders with their cute satin silk bows laying flat then raised her hand and knocked, three times in rapid succession followed by two at one second intervals.

“Come in” Miss Parker called and watched as the door opened to reveal Amanda Levres standing outside. A thrill of anticipation shot through her body as she regarded the young woman hanging coyly by the door, her fingers toying with the oh so short hem of her white tennis skirt.

“Sorry to disturb you, Miss.” Amanda said from the door. “Could I have a word with you about the assignments I’m late with, only it’s been praying on my mind that and…”

She was cut off mid sentence as Miss Parker stood gracefully and said. “Oh yes, I remember ‘Of mice and men’ and ‘Othello’ an eclectic mix to be sure but that is what the exam board chose.”

By now Miss Parker had crossed the room halfway between her chair and the deliciously dressed young woman who even now had her eyes down cast as she bit her lower lip.

“Is that all you wanted to see me about?” Miss Parker inquired as she reached past Amanda to close the door.

With the same hand, now resting on Amanda’s bare back, equidistant between the bottom of her top and the top of her skirt, feeling the softness of Amanda’s nubile skin, she guided Amanda, not this time to the dining chair she normally asked her guests to use but to the old red leather Chesterfield sofa that occupied the wall beneath her window.

“It’s very bright in here, isn’t it?” Miss Parker asked and before Amanda could respond added. “Would you be a dear and pull the curtains for me?”

Amanda looked at the window behind the sofa and realized that the only way she could reach them easily was to stand on the sofa, something Miss Parker was already aware of. Amanda was about to step on the seat when her manners got the better of her and she quickly slipped off her shoes and then placed one foot on the right hand cushion. The soft seat gave under her weight as she levered herself up and instinctively she put out her hands, her right finding the arm of the sofa, the left Miss Parker’s hand that helped steady her enough to stand, albeit shakily.

She drew the right hand curtain but needed to stretch a little to reach the left and consequently wobbled slightly. As quick as a flash she felt Miss Parker’s hands on her thighs ‘steadying her’.

“Careful, I wouldn’t want you to fall.” Miss Parker said, as her hands slipped slightly higher up Amanda’s thighs almost to the hem of her short tennis skirt.

As the curtains met the room suddenly became darker even though the curtains were a thin floral cloth that still let in some light. To get down Amanda had to turn and then noticed Miss Parker holding out her hand for support. Amanda took the proffered hand and stepped down from the sofa.

Miss Parker smiled and sat, smoothing her dress over her legs, ensuring the buttoned up join ran straight between her thighs, the last fastened button just higher than her knee and patting the empty cushion beside her said. “Come along, Amanda. Sit down and tell me all about it.”

Feigning reluctance Amanda sat next to her teacher who during this motion had placed her left arm along the back of the sofa.

“Come on, Amanda you can tell me, are you home sick, missing your mum?” Miss Parker asked as she half turned to face the now seated pupil, her knees brushing against Amanda’s thigh as her right hand slipped a button of her skirt through its restraining hole.

“I suppose so.” Amanda admitted realizing even as she did so that in all honesty that this was the truth.

“Aw so Amanda’s a little mummy’s girl.” Miss Parker said in an almost mocking tone.

“No I’m not.” Amanda protested her lower lip pouting cutely.

“Never mind, Honey.” Miss Parker continued choosing to ignore Amanda’s denial.

“There are lots of people here who love you.”

“I know, why don’t I be your Mommy. You can call me Mommy and I’ll call you Honey. How does that sound hmm?” Miss Parker asked as her hand slid off the back of the sofa to stroke Amanda’s hair.

This wasn’t what Amanda had been expecting, but she had to admit there was something strangely erotic about calling Miss Parker ‘Mommy’. If she had suggested mum or mummy then it would have been different, but ‘Mommy’ with it’s American overtones seemed to suggest to Amanda someone who loved you but not exactly like your mum.

Still a little uncertain however she said, “I, I don’t know.”

“They will be our special names for each other to show that we love each other, you’d like that wouldn’t you Honey?” Miss Parker said as her long red nailed fingers gently scraped the nape of Amanda’s neck.

“Tell Mommy all about your problems.” Miss Parker said softly releasing yet another button to display a little more of her thigh before placing her right hand reassuringly on Amanda’s knee and her left on Amanda’s shoulder.

In spite of herself Amanda found herself starting to sob a little as she realized just how lonely and in need of love she really was. “There, there, Honey. Tell Mommy all about it.” Miss Parker crooned as unnoticed, her hand slid a little further up Amanda’s thigh.

“I… I m… miss going home and seeing my parents.” Amanda said through her now unfeigned tears.

“Never mind, Honey. Mommy loves you and you love your Mommy don’t you, Honey.”

Unbidden Amanda heard her self say, “Yes Mommy. I love you.”

She turned and Miss Parker welcomed her into her embrace, Amanda’s face buried in Miss Parker’s shoulder, Miss Parker’s left hand gently stroking Amanda’s bare back.

“Let Mommy kiss it better.”

Miss Parker almost sung as she let her lips lightly brush Amanda’s cheek her right hand slipping along Amanda’s throat below her braid to finally rest cupping the back of Amanda’s neck, her thumb resting against the side of Amanda’s ear. Gently she turned Amanda’s head bringing her lips to touch lightly against Amanda’s.

“Let Mommy show you how much she loves you, Honey.”

Miss Parker breathed and started to lightly kiss Amanda’s lips her left hand stroking Amanda’s bare back. Slowly Amanda responded and wasn’t even aware at first of Miss Parker’s had slipping down from her neck to glide over her cotton covered tits, that is until she felt the lightest touch on her aroused nipple. This touch was perfectly timed to coincide with Miss Parker’s tongue gently parting Amanda’s lips. Miss Parker’s hand traveled down to explore Amanda’s midriff as their kiss intensified.

“Let Mommy get a good look at her little Honey.” Miss Parker said as she broke the kiss and turned Amanda so that her back rested half against the back and half against the leather arm of the sofa.

“Mmm very sexy.” Miss Parker said lasciviously as the fingers of her left hand circled Amanda’s bare navel whilst her right was running slowly up and down the top of Amanda’s thigh, each time stopping a little higher before returning towards her knee.

Amanda found she really like her Mommy looking at her like that, even feeling a little proud that her Mommy liked what she saw.

“Shall we see what Mommy’s little Honey is hiding under here?” Miss Parker said playfully as she slowly took hold of the edge of the waistband of Amanda’s tennis skirt and, with the sound of Velcro separating undid Amanda’s skirt.

Once the fastening was free Miss Parker peeled it back to reveal the under side of the wrap just about covering Amanda’s panties.

“Oooh, this is fun, Honey.” Miss Parker said playfully as she placed the tips of her fingers on the top of Amanda’s newly exposed right thigh and slid them underneath the concealing fold of Amanda’s skirt.

Amanda gasped as she felt Miss Parker’s fingers glide across the silky material of her panties that only just covered her pussy right beneath where Miss Parker was currently exploring. All too soon the fingertips passed over, taking with them the final fold of Amanda’s skirt, exposing her panties and obvious arousal.

“Oh a perfect selection, not exactly regulation issue but very, very sexy.” Miss Parker complimented Amanda on her choice of panties. ‘Rebekah’s choice’ Amanda thought; envious that her Mommy would be pleased with something someone else had done but, all the same, Amanda didn’t correct her.

“Would you like to see Mommy’s underwear, Honey?” Miss Parker asked rising to her feet as she did so negating the need for Amanda to answer, even so Amanda managed a shaky “Yes please, Mommy.” Amanda knew that more than anything she wanted to see all of Mommy.

Miss Parker put both arms behind her back, the left holding the top of her dress both sides of the zip, the right finding the zip and, in one smooth, non-snagging motion, pulled it down to just above her backside. Her right hand then came in front and across the top of her breasts holding up her dress as she let go with her left, she removed her left arm from the small sleeve and then swapping the arms holding her dress did the same with her right.

With the dress now free to fall Miss Parker held it with both hands, each just above her breasts then slowly moved her hands down exposing the smooth flesh of her breasts. Amanda thought Miss Parker was, like her, braless but suddenly the receding dress revealed the white scalloped lace edge of her lingerie. As the dress made its downward progress Miss Parker revealed the see through white gossamer cups that held her perfect 34b tits.

The bra turned into a basque as more was revealed, the front the same see through material as the cups with side panels of white satin edged with soft lace, the whole ensemble softly forming itself to Miss Parker’s ribs and upper midriff before terminating in a handkerchief point just above her navel. Enjoying the teasing effect she was eliciting in her conquest, Miss Parker continued to push down the cotton dress exposing the waist of her high leg briefs that matched her basque in their transparency and lace trim. Amanda thought how lovely her Mommy looked.

Amanda gasped as Miss Parker let go of her dress letting it land in a soft pile around her sandaled feet.

“You’ve shaved your pussy!” Amanda exclaimed.

She had, of course, read of such things in magazines but never ever seen it in the flesh so to speak and, to all intents and purposes, Miss Parker’s briefs were so sheer as to be almost non-existent.

“Yes, Honey. Mommy shaved just for you.” Miss Parker lied, as for years she had barbered her pussy regularly, but it never hurt to let a sexual conquest think you had done it just for them, it made them feel special, loved, wanted, desired.

All these things were true in Amanda’s case who continued to lay were Miss Parker had left her eyes feasting on her teacher’s exquisite body.

“So?” Miss Parker inquired, holding out her dainty hand indicating for Amanda to take it and stand, “Do you like how Mommy looks, Honey?”

Without hesitation Amanda sat up and lightly held her Mommy’s hand saying, “Oh yes, Mommy. I think you are the sexiest person I have ever, ever seen.”

Amanda was pleased to see this bring a smile to her Mommy’s face.

“Do you think Mommy should take off her underwear, Honey?” Miss Parker asked still holding Amanda’s hand even though the young woman was now standing.

For the merest moment Amanda considered this then replied. “No Mommy I think you should keep it on, it makes you look even sexier than you would naked, if that were possible.”

Miss Parker smiled again.

“What a perceptive, good little girl you are, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she released Amanda’s hands and put both of hers on Amanda’s hips.

Amanda found she liked it when her Mommy called her a ‘good little girl.’ And whilst she was thinking this she wasn’t at first aware of Miss Parker slowly rolling down her panties. Once they were clear of Amanda’s backside however she did notice as Miss Parker continued to remove them, kneeling as she did so. With Amanda’s panties around her ankles Miss Parker ran the tips of her fingers up the back of Amanda’s legs tickling Amanda softly until Miss Parker could hold Amanda’s butt cheeks in her hands, squeezing and letting her long red nails dig slightly into Amanda’s flesh.

“You smell so sweet, Honey,” Miss Parker said as her mouth moved forward, her nose inhaling the scent of aroused nubile female.

Lovingly her tongue flicked out as her nails bit deeper into Amanda’s arse, the mixture of pain and pleasure taking over Amanda’s slightly shaking body. Amanda would quite happily have spent the rest of her life standing there, letting her Mommy taste her to orgasm. But all too soon the nails eased their grip and Amanda felt Miss Parker kissing her above her mound, moving upwards until her tongue explored Amanda’s navel, sending a thrill through Amanda’s stomach, she had never realized how sexually sensitive her navel was until just now.

“Lets see how big Mommy’s little girl has grown.” Miss Parker said as she stood, her heeled sandals making her a good five inches taller than Amanda.

Amanda would not have thought of Miss Parker as being taller than her, she always seemed so petite and fragile but as Mommy somehow it seemed right. Miss Parker put both her hands flat on Amanda’s stomach, fingers pointing upwards and slid them underneath Amanda’s top, up and over Amanda’s breasts, then Miss Parker levered her wrists upwards and outwards freeing Amanda’s breasts, which, once free of the top bounced slightly as her rolled up vest sat across the top of them.

“Oh my I don’t think you’re mommy’s ‘little’ girl anymore.’ Miss Parker said as she drank in the sight of Amanda’s perfect orbs. For reasons she would not have been able to explain this made Amanda sad and she all but pleaded. “Yes I am, Mommy. I’ll always be your little girl.”

“I know you will, Honey, and I’ll always be your Mommy.” Miss Parker assured bending to suckle Amanda’s breasts her nails once more finding the soft spots of Amanda’s backside.

Amanda was convinced she was going to cum, even if her Mommy didn’t touch her pussy, something she fervently wished she would do, but she didn’t and even withdrew from Amanda’s breasts. Amanda almost asked if she could kiss her Mommy’s breasts but thought if she wanted me to she would tell me.

Miss Parker reached out and took hold of Amanda’s vest top under her armpits and with a smile indicated to Amanda that she should lift her arms. Amanda complied and Miss Parker removed the top, Amanda’s braids jiggling as they were first pushed up then allowed to fall. Miss Parker took one of the braids in her hand and with the other ran her fingers up and down it.

“Your hair is lovely, Honey. Who did it?”

“I did, Mommy.” Amanda said only slightly blushing as the lie passed her lips, uncertain whether her Mommy believed her.

“Of course you did, Honey.” Miss Parker said making Amanda blush cutely. “Turn around, Honey.” Miss Parker suggested placing her hands on Amanda’s shoulders and helping her achieve the task Amanda ending up facing the sofa. “Wait there and don’t move.” Miss Parker added, something in her voice almost compelling Amanda to obey.

Amanda was momentarily a little scared, she had after all told Miss Parker to act without inhibition of the consequences, but Amanda calmed herself, partly remembering all she had to say was ‘non!’ and Miss Parker would freeze, but mainly because she couldn’t believe that her Mommy would hurt her.

After a minute Amanda was almost tempted to turn around and maybe would have done so had Miss Parker not returned at the very moment to stand behind her, a reassuring hand placed on each of Amanda’s shoulders.

“Kneel down for me, Honey.” Miss Parker whispered in Amanda’s right ear applying gentle pressure to Amanda’s shoulder as she did so.

As Amanda bent down to her knees Miss Parker mirrored her movements until both women were kneeling on the floor.

“Close your eyes, Honey.” Miss Parker breathed softly and without questioning Amanda let her eyelids close.

Almost immediately she felt something soft and silky cover her eyes then being tied behind her head.

“Don’t be scared, Honey. I just want you to experience the feel of what Mommy is going to do.”

Amanda, to her own amazement found she wasn’t scared even as Miss Parker put one hand on the back of Amanda’s neck whilst with the other she collected both of Amanda’s tightly plaited pigtails and then gently pushed her forward until she was on all fours her face almost resting against the sofa.

“Open your legs a little, Honey. Mommy wants to see her little girls pussy.”

Eager to please, Amanda lifted her left knee and replaced it a good couple of feet away from her right, adjusting her hands to regain her equilibrium.

Suddenly Amanda felt something round and hard pressing against her pussy lips, ‘A Dildo!’ Amanda’s mind shouted, oh how she wished she’d had the courage to buy one of those; and now her Mommy was going to fuck her with one! Amanda tried to lean back, to take the tip inside her but it receded with her, resting against her moist lips.

“Are you Mommy’s good little girl.” Miss Parker asked.

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda replied.

But Miss Parker ignored her response, removing the tip from Amanda’s pussy she placed it against her anus.

“Or are you Mommy’s naughty little girl?”

Again the tip touched Amanda’s pussy being lubricated by Amanda’s juices that Miss Parker had so expertly started flowing.

“Good little girl, or bad little girl? Good or bad?”

Each time Amanda was offered the choice the tip of the dildo switched between pussy and asshole.

“I’m your good little girl, Mommy. I promise.” Amanda pleaded wanting her mommy to use the dildo on her pussy not, god forbid her arse.

The tip still rested against Amanda’s anus and Amanda felt Miss Parker’s free hand, the other still holding Amanda’s plaits, stroking her backside and suddenly the realization hit that her mommy must be wearing the dildo! In her minds eye Amanda tried to imagine her mommy’s beautiful body adorned with a dildo but couldn’t; all she could think about was how she was going to use it.

Amanda felt the dildo slide back and after the hand vanished from her arse the tip appeared once more next to Amanda’s cunt.

“I know you are Mommy’s good little girl.” Miss Parker said as to Amanda’s delight and relief Miss Parker started to ease the Dildo in, surprised at how much such a young woman could take, though not as much as the half that currently nestled in her own pussy.

Sliding her hand down Amanda’s sides before cupping her breast, Miss Parker began to rock rhythmically back and forward using Amanda’s hair like a bridle sliding the dildo in and out of Amanda who, lost in her mounting pleasure simply gasped and groaned with delight at this new sensation, oblivious even of the pain from her being pulled.

Every time Amanda approached orgasm Miss Parker would cease her rhythmic pumping, moving with Amanda if she tried to do it herself. Miss Parker’s fingers playing up and down Amanda’s spine or her sides or her butt cheeks until she once again started to screw her pupil always bringing forth another whimper of pleasure.

Suddenly the dildo slipped out of Amanda’s pussy and she groaned with disappointment but brightened as she felt Miss Parker take her hand and guided her to the sofa. Still blindfolded with Miss Parker’s best black silk stocking Amanda allowed herself to be positioned so that her backside was just on the edge of the sofa cushion and to her delight felt the dildo once more penetrate her aching pussy. Miss Parker knelt in front of Amanda slowly screwing her but now kissing her neck, lips and breasts as Amanda pleaded for her to make her cum.

“Tell Mommy you love her.” Miss Parker whispered.

Amanda all but shouted “Oh Mommy I love you so much.”

If she was going to add more we will never know for at that moment Miss Parker gave one last final push as she squeezed both of Amanda’s nipples simultaneously bringing both women to a shuddering climax. With the dildo still in place Miss Parker continued to kiss Amanda lovingly as Amanda gradually regained her breath. Half of her wanted to stay here being loved by her Mommy but the other half longed to see the reaction she would elicit by returning Miss Parker’s conscience. The later half won out and as she removed her blindfold said the magic words.

“Back to reality”.

Miss Parker shook her head as she lifted it from Amanda’s breast where she had so recently been sucking the hard pink nipple.

“Oh my god, what have I done.” Miss Parker exclaimed, the blood seeming to drain from her face.

As she pulled away from the leering Amanda who gasped as the dildo went with her teacher as she stood. Miss Parker looked down at the flesh colored rubber penis that protruded from her pussy, her panties pulled to one side to allow access. She looked down at the naked Amanda and appeared covered in embarrassment at her own lude appearance. Quickly she placed an arm across her breasts and would have done the same with her pussy had it not been for the dildo that even now pointed out and up, bouncing slightly as if searching for a pussy to fuck. Miss Parker grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, a little too quickly causing her to wince.

Again she repeated. “Oh my god, what have I done.”

“I think.” Amanda replied pulling her backside on to the sofa, her arms stretched out on either side across the back. “You just screwed one of your pupils with that dildo you have in your hand, and if I remember correctly threatened to bugger me with it as well.”

“I.. I wouldn’t.” Miss Parker stammered as she sort of crumpled to the floor.

She sat there, legs crossed, shaven pussy on display to the lecherous young student who appeared to be reveling in her discomfort.

“I… I didn’t hear you complaining.” Miss Parker said as if trying to shift the blame.

“I don’t remember having the chance, no choice in the clutches of such an accomplished seducer. I wonder what the girls, not to mention the rest of the staff will say.” Amanda taunted.

“You, you can’t tell anyone.” Miss Parker protested.

“I could.” Amanda stated flatly. “But if we can come to some arrangement say about my missing assignments and the A-Star grade I deserve then maybe, I could be persuaded to keep quiet.”

Amanda was loving this almost as much as she had enjoyed being screwed by Miss Parker, almost as much as calling her Mommy whilst she seduced her.

With renewed grace Miss Parker rose from the floor, no longer trying to hide her undoubted charms and said, “No paper, no grade.”

Amanda was gob smacked, she had been sure that Miss Parker would willingly agree to such a simple request.

To Amanda’s undying shame Miss Parker simply laughed at her as she said “It’s sleepy time for teachers.”

Then added sarcastically “So, you’ve hypnotized what one or two people and suddenly you think your ‘Mistress Hypnotica, Queen of the Universe’ able with just the power of your will to subdue anyone you like?”

“I… I” Amanda spluttered all evidence of her former conceit vanished in the twinkling of an eye.

“Let me guess.” Miss Parker said picking up Amanda’s discarded top and wiping the dildo it on. “You managed to hypnotize Rebekah. And filled with youthful self confidence and probably some half baked ‘research’ you thought you could do the same to everyone else.”

“How did you know.” Amanda blushed.

“Well let me see.” Miss Parker said as if studying one of the worlds oldest puzzles. “You two share a dorm, it’s currently half term and you two are staying back, and Rebekah is fortunately for me and to a certain extent you, now highly susceptible to being hypnotized, oh and the fact that little Rebekah worships the ground you walk on wouldn’t hurt.”

“She does?” Amanda queried, for the first time feeling real shame for what she put her friend through these last few days. Then the rest of Miss Parker’s ‘summing up’ finally dawned on her. “You mean you’ve hypnotized her?”

“Congratulations, go to the top of the class.” Miss Parker said ironically.

“When, I mean how, I mean..” Amanda spluttered her tangled thoughts.

“The first time.” Miss Parker said. “About three weeks ago just after her sixteenth birthday then a couple of times since. I had planned to invite her to my study tomorrow for a little ‘extra curricular activity’ but I suppose I’ll spend the next few sessions with her clearing up the crap you’ve left lying about in her little brain.

Amanda found that it wasn’t the fact that she hadn’t hypnotized Miss Parker or that she thought of her as a fool that upset Amanda, it was that Miss Parker had chosen to hypnotize Rebekah and not her. ‘Or had she!'”

“You haven’t.” Amanda started to say but Miss Parker cut her off. “No I haven’t hypnotized you but given another few weeks and I would have done I was just waiting for you to be ready, maybe by being late with your assignments.”

“Why not” Amanda heard herself say wistfully. “Didn’t you fancy me?”

“Oh you stupid, stupid girl.” Miss Parker said. “Of course I fancied you I told you earlier, admittedly as I wasn’t hypnotized I could’ve lied but I didn’t. Given a choice you would have been my first choice.” Miss Parker tossed Amanda’s top to her. “Get dressed.” Amanda caught the top and, even knowing how it had been so recently used pulled it over her head and breasts. She stood and wrapped her skirt around her waist before sitting once more on the sofa. Miss Parker picked up her dress, shook it and pulled it up. “Do me up, Honey.” She said softly.

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda replied halfway out of her chair before she realized what she had said.

“You see, Honey. There are subtle ways to make people do your bidding, maybe not outright hypnosis but; speak to a persons vanity, their desire, their fear and you can control them as easily as if they were totally hypnotized. Even better find, or create, a fetish and you can’t lose. Consider that your first lesson. Now zip me up.”

Amanda stood and pulled Miss Parker’s zip up to the top.

“My ‘first’ lesson?” Amanda inquired.

“See I knew you were quick.” Miss Parker said with a warm smile. “That’s right I’ve decided that although come upon by accident you do have a raw talent. And so I’ve decided to make you my ‘Sorceresses apprentice’ ; but if I ask you to clean the floor don’t try and hypnotize the mop and bucket.”

Amanda couldn’t help laughing as she recalled Mickey Mouse desperately trying to turn back the flow of water.

“Your instinctive technique was interesting if a little rushed.” Miss Parker continued pleased that Amanda had got her illustrative comment but keen to proceed. “A hypnotic capture should be like making love, sure, you can rub your clit blindly and come in a couple of minutes, but to experience pure erotic release, just as to achieve true submission, takes time. Play with your captive, as I played with your pussy, let them think they can get away, or hope that they can’t, let the line play out a little, then strike! That way you know they are truly under and not merely acting as I was. Here ends the second lesson.”

“Why didn’t you just expose me as an incompetent fraud as soon as I started trying to hypnotize you?” Amanda asked as she once more sat on the sofa at Miss Parker’s request. Miss Parker seated herself next to Amanda and placing a hand on her knee said. “What and miss this afternoons diversion, are you kidding. I was intrigued as to what you would do. If you had simply tried to get me to forget about your missing assignments I would have turned the tables before you knew what was happening. But as you started to explore my sexuality I became fascinated, and the fact that you simply removed the inhibitions of your captive thus putting them at your mercy once they were ‘normal’ again was truly inspired.” Miss Parker said, but added. “However what if instead of blindfolding you I had gagged you? Try saying ‘Non’ with your mouth taped.”

“Or stuffed with panties.” Amanda added trying to sound enigmatic but the effect was ruined when Miss Parker said “Rebekah?”

This brought to mind Amanda’s friend and the state she seemed to be in. “Have I damaged her?” Amanda asked genuinely concerned.

“I don’t know.” Miss Parker answered truthfully. “But tell me ‘Everything’ you’ve done to her, had her do to you, and I mean ‘everything’ and I’ll see if we can salvage the situation; and our friend.”

“Miss?” Amanda inquired.

“Yes?” Miss Parker replied indicating that Amanda could ask the question that seemed to be burning in her mind.

“Are you really living with Miss Wiseman?”

Miss Parker smiled as she replied. “In the sense that I live in the house she pays for, while she attends to making a beautiful home for us, then yes. In that we share the torrid nights of passion Heather would like, then no. The truth is Heather loves me and truly believes I love her, as far as she is concerned we are like a couple of spoons in a drawer, whereas in the real world we have separate beds and totally separate lives. She harbors the hope that one day we will consummate our love, a hope I constantly reinforce of course.”

“I see.” Amanda said contemplatively before once more saying “Miss?”

With a sigh Miss Parker replied “Yes?”

“Would you mind if I called you ‘Mommy’.”

Miss Parker’s answer was not verbal and it was a good hour before they were both sated and got around to discussing Rebekah. Thus it will always be with hypnotic mind controlling goddesses, their own pleasures cum first; their subjects have to wait patiently for their attention, especially when 2 or more of them make congress.

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter 3

“Go and fetch Rebekah, Honey. And we will start her rehabilitation.” Miss Parker said to Amanda as Amanda once again clothed her sweaty body in her inappropriate clothes, her once neat plaits now loose and in some disarray.

Without realizing it Amanda replied “Yes, Mommy.”

“That’s Mommy’s good little girl. Now run along.” Miss Parker said with a small flick of her hand in dismissal.

It was only when she had closed the door behind her that Amanda realized just how lucky she had been, suppose she had tried that on one of the ‘normal’ teachers. She was now even more certain that she would keep the promise she had made Miss Parker not to try and hypnotize anyone again until Miss Parker had shown her how to do it properly, safely and successfully.

“You were gone along time.” Rebekah said sullenly and when she observed the state of Amanda’s hair said. “What did you do to your hair, I spent ages making it look just right, just how Miss Parker would like it.”

“I know you did.” Amanda replied and acting on impulse said. “in fact she liked it so much she said we were to go and see her straight away so she could tell you herself.”

Amanda hadn’t seen Rebekah look so happy for ages. “Should I change?” Rebekah asked, still apparently relying on Amanda for her decisions.

“She didn’t say.” Amanda replied. “She just said to come straight away. Anyway you look nice.” Amanda wasn’t lying, Rebekah did indeed look nice in her denim cut off shorts and t-shirt.

“OK.” Rebekah agreed, standing and without waiting for Amanda headed out of the dorm. Amanda had wanted to ‘tidy herself up’ but decided that would have to wait and dashed after her friend. She caught up with Rebekah halfway down the stairs and despite having longer legs had to rush to keep up with Rebekah’s evident eagerness to get to Miss Parker’s study. When they reached the door both girls stopped and almost involuntarily tried to perfect their appearance, a task that Amanda’s wayward hair and crumpled, cum covered top made almost impossible. Rebekah rapped loudly on the door and without waiting for a reply opened it and entered, Amanda trailing behind her.

“Hello, Miss Parker. You wanted to see me?” Rebekah queried and was rewarded by Miss Parker’s radiant smile and a simple “Hello, Kitten.”

Amanda didn’t see any sign of change and so was a little surprised to hear Rebekah suddenly say “Hello, Aunt Sue.” And run, arms outstretched to embrace Miss Parker who hugged Rebekah to her, cooing softly.

Eventually Miss Parker broke the embrace and said. “Would you like to go to your special place, Kitten?”

“Will you be there, Aunt Sue?” Rebekah replied hopefully.

With a warm reassuring smile Miss Parker assured Rebekah that as always she would indeed be in her Kitten’s special place waiting for her. “Can you find your way there on your own like a big girl?” Miss Parker asked and Rebekah who obviously wanted her ‘Aunt Sue’ to think of her as a big girl confirmed that she could. “Good little girl.” Miss Parker cooed once more, making Amanda just a little jealous. “Jump into Aunt Sue’s big chair then.”

Rebekah sat in Miss Parker’s large red armchair, somehow looking smaller than normal as she placed both hands on the arms of the chair and wiggled herself back, her bare feet dangling a few inches off the floor. With a glance and a wave of her hand Miss Parker indicated that she wanted Amanda to sit on the sofa and quietly watch, and the implication was evident, to learn.

Amanda noiselessly did as Miss Parker had bidden and waited fascinated as she looked at the 2 women who were about to, about to. No Amanda realized she didn’t know what they would do.

“Are you nice and comfy, Kitten?” Miss Parker asked and when Rebekah replied that she was continued. “Good little girl, now close your eyes. Can you see the spiral staircase in front of you, Kitten?”

“Yes, Aunt Sue.” Rebekah replied, her eyes scrunched shut as if concentrating.

“Do you know what’s at the bottom of those stairs, Kitten?”

“Yes, Aunt Sue. My special place and you are waiting there for me. Can I come to you Aunt Sue?”

“Yes, Kitten. Just start down the stairs counting the steps and when you reach the bottom tell Aunt Sue how many steps there were.”

Amanda smiled to herself as she recalled trying to use a similar deepening method on Miss Parker. One of the books she had read had said this was particularly effective as the subject decided how deep they needed to go to be fully hypnotized. ‘Doesn’t work if the subjects cheating though!’ Amanda thought as her cheeks flushed.

Amanda could see Rebekah’s lips moving gently as she counted the steps she imagined she was descending and as she did so her eyes, arms and her whole body appeared to lose their stiffness. Suddenly Rebekah called out “I’m here, Aunt Sue. There were 38 steps.”

“Damn.” Miss Parker said sotto voce, as the last time there had been only twenty-seven meaning that Amanda’s meddling was upsetting her training of Rebekah. ‘Oh well’ she thought. ‘better get it started.’

“Can you tell Aunt Sue what she is wearing and what you are wearing, Kitten?”

“You are wearing a long white backless evening dress with slash sleeves and a gold rope belt around your waist, golden sandals on your lovely feet and your hair is up and you have gold thread woven through it.” Rebekah sighed overcome by her Aunt Sue’s beauty.

“And I’m wearing my frilly pink party frock with the satin sash, white t-bar shoes and white frilly socks.” She said pleased with herself.

Miss Parker was a little concerned. When she had first hypnotized Rebekah she had, as usual, asked her subject about a place that was special to them, where they felt safe. Rebekah had chosen the bedroom in the house her parents owned before they sent her away to school, they had moved twice since then and although Rebekah had a room in their new house, somehow she didn’t consider it hers or even think of the house as home.

Miss Parker had shown Rebekah how she could reach her special place by going down the spiral staircase and when she’d arrived Miss Parker asked her how old she was. ‘I’m 10 today.’ Rebekah had replied and gradually Miss Parker had elicited from her that that was the last time she had felt really happy, the reason being that during her birthday party her parents had announced in front of all her friends that Rebekah’s present was that she would go to ‘one of the very best boarding schools’.

All the parents who were sitting around watching that their ‘little angels’ didn’t do too much damage thought this was a wonderful present for Rebekah. Rebekah who had wanted a bicycle fled her party in tears. By the end of the session Miss Parker had found that should Rebekah need someone to confide in she would go to her Aunt Jane and it was at this point that Miss Parker asked Rebekah if she would like to call her Aunt Sue. Rebekah had beamed as she said she would because then she would have two beautiful Aunties. Slowly, that first session had lasted nearly three hours, Miss Parker had brought her back to synchronicity with Rebekah, which is why she was concerned that she had reverted to her younger self, the one that she thought of as being happy.

“So you are, Kitten.” Miss Parker agreed. “And you look lovely.”

“So do you, Aunt Sue. Like.. like a Greek goddess.” Rebekah, who had always been a bit of a romantic, replied.

Amanda felt her pussy stirring as she wished she could see Mommy like that, or for that matter, see Rebekah in her pink party dress.

“Are we going to play, Aunt Sue?” Rebekah asked hopefully but when the reply came that they weren’t going to play just yet as Aunt Sue wanted to talk to her first she seemed to take it with equanimity and brightened as Miss Parker added. “If you are a good little girl maybe we can play later.”

As if just occurring to her Miss Parker added. “I might invite someone else to play with us. Would you like that, Kitten?”

“Ooh, Yes, Aunt Sue. I’d really like that. Who?”

“Well” Miss Parker spoke as if considering it “I thought we might invite your friend Amanda.”

Amanda could see Rebekah looking perturbed at this and lent forward as Miss Parker pressed. “Well, Kitten? Shall I ask Amanda to come and play with us?”

“No!” Rebekah said with determination, folding her arms across her pert breasts for emphasis.

Amanda was cut to the quick by this, Miss Parker had said Rebekah worshiped the ground she walked on but she didn’t want her to ‘play’ with her and her ‘Aunt Sue.’

“I thought you liked Amanda.” Miss Parker asked trying to draw Rebekah out.

“I do.” Rebekah admitted reluctantly. “But she made Rebekah do things she didn’t want to do. She kept using chloroform to make her sleep and.” And here there was true venom. “And she wouldn’t let her cum! She said Rebekah could cum and that she would let her go but she didn’t. Rebekah wanted to cum, but she made her go to sleep again. That was mean.

When you won’t let me cum I know it’s because you love me and want me to be your good little girl. But Amanda was just being mean. Rebekah made her cum and she just put her to sleep again. And she makes Rebekah do things even when she’s awake, she calls her ‘poppet’ and Rebekah knows that what she says is what she wants and so she does it, but it isn’t really what Rebekah wants. What Rebekah really wants is for Amanda to love her, if she’d asked her she would have let her do those things to her, she didn’t have to tie her up and knock her out.”

Amanda felt like a first class heel.

“Amanda has been a very naughty girl doing that to Rebekah. What do you think Aunty Sue should do to Amanda?” Miss Parker asked alighting a sudden fear in Amanda.

Kitty pondered this for a moment or two then replied definitively “You should spank her bottom and tell her not to do it again. Tell her she should love Rebekah just like you do me.”

“If I did that would you play with her afterwards? Because if Aunty Sue spanks the naughty little girls bottom she will probably cry and you wouldn’t want Amanda to cry would you, she really is Rebekah’s friend, and once Aunty Sue has told her off she wont ever do anything like that to Rebekah again.”

“Promise?” Rebekah asked seemingly coming around to the idea.

“Not unless Rebekah wants her to.” Miss Parker replied. And was rewarded with a giggle from Rebekah.

“I did like it when Rebekah was being tied up like that; and Amanda made her dress up really sexy.” Again the giggle as she said. “She undressed her then put her boots back on, that really looked sexy.”

“You are a wicked, naughty, but very sexy little girl.” Miss Parker informed her entranced slave who giggled; a thing that was beginning to make Amanda want to stroke herself.

“Shall I fetch Amanda to be smacked for being such a naughty little girl to Aunty Sue’s Kitten?” Miss Parker asked and Rebekah agreed, apparently eager to see her friend chastised.

“When I fetch her shall I spank her or will you?” Miss Parker asked.

“Can I!” Rebekah asked in return. “On her bare bottom?”

“Yes, Kitten. On her bare bottom. But if you are to spank her you can’t be a little 10 year old can you?”

“I suppose not.” Rebekah replied not sounding at all certain. “Can I still wear my party frock?”

“Yes, Kitten. Of course you can if you want to.” Miss Parker assured her pet.

“Will you hold me and stroke my hair until I become a big girl, like you did before?” Rebekah asked plaintively. Without answering Miss Parker stood and took Rebekah by the hands and gently lifted her to her feet. With her eyes still shut Rebekah put her arms around Miss Parker’s waist while Miss Parker held her and stroked her hair whispering what a lovely big girl her Kitten was. Rebekah felt herself and her dress growing as she took comfort from Miss Parker’s embrace and soft soothing words. “Are you ready to deal with that naughty little girl Amanda now?” Miss Parker asked when Rebekah considered herself or at least Aunty Sue’s Kitten to be sixteen once more she agreed with a simple “Yes, Aunty Sue.”

“Sit down on the bed then and I’ll send her in.” Amanda started to stand expecting to be called by Miss Parker but stopped as Miss Parker raised her hand. And continued “Now tell Aunty Sue, when Amanda has been punished enough. Aunty Sue will leave the two of you alone to sort out your differences; but remember, Kitten, Amanda cannot make you do anything you don’t want to do. Now call me when you are done and until then you will hear and see nothing other than what’s happening in your special place.”

Rebekah went silent but her body twitched every now and then; Amanda couldn’t believe how long her friend stayed like that obviously imagining spanking her backside. Amanda started to speak but was hushed by Miss Parker who sat intently watching Rebekah for any sign of distress. It could be dangerous allowing a hypno-persona to have free rein but Miss Parker thought it was the quickest way to ease the pain, but if the persona had certain psychological traits they could end up allowing themselves to be harmed. Miss Parker didn’t believe that to be the case with Rebekah/Kitten but she wasn’t going to take any chances, especially after the damage Amanda may inadvertently have caused.

Inside Kitten’s special place however things were different…

Amanda entered wearing the clothes Rebekah had chosen for her earlier but the top seemed even tighter and the skirt shorter. Amanda’s hair had also undergone a miraculous transformation back to how Rebekah had lovingly dressed it earlier.

“Aunty Sue said you wanted to see me, Kitten.” Amanda said, biting her bottom lip with the shame of what she had done wrong.

Kitten stood in her lovely pink party frock, her hair longer than normal and held with a pink Alice band, her hands on her hips just where the pink satin sash sat above her skirt before it flared out. Had Amanda been able to see behind Kitten she would have been impressed with the large bow that tied the sash. “I most certainly do. You have been a very naughty little girl, Aunty Sue says so.” Kitten added in case Amanda thought about objecting, but of course she didn’t. she simply mumbled. “I’m so sorry, Kitten. I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes you did!” Kitten spat in indignation, “All you thought about was your own pleasure. You didn’t consider what it was doing to Rebekah at all. If only you had just kissed her, that’s what she has wanted almost since the day you met. You were so nice to her, like a sister. If you had asked, Rebekah would have happily licked your pussy or dressed up for you.” This wasn’t strictly true but it was how Kitten interpreted Rebekah’s feelings, a girl, who to her was a totally separate person.

“Aunty Sue said I was to spank you for being a naughty little girl and that I was to do it on your bare bottom. Are you prepared?”

“Yes, Kitten.” Amanda said and lifted her skirt to show Kitten that she was not wearing any panties. Kitten spent a moment looking longingly at Amanda’s shaved pussy before instructing her to turn around and touch her toes.

With Amanda in the ‘appropriate position’ Kitten stood and gently lifted Amanda’s skirt over her back and ran her hands over Amanda’s tight buns. “Aunty Sue said you would probably cry, just like you made Rebekah cry so feel free.” This last sentence was punctuated in Rebekah’s mind with a loud slap as her open hand made contact with Amanda’s skin. Kitten continued to spank Rebekah’s tormentor until coincidentally, just as Kitten had exhausted her anger Amanda started to cry.

“Let that be a lesson to you.” Kitten panted and instructed Amanda to stand. Kitten felt a little guilty as she saw the tears run down Amanda’s cheek and probably would have done something about it if her Aunty Sue had not told her to tell her when she had punished Amanda enough and so she called out, both in her special place and Miss Parker’s study. “Aunty Sue, Amanda say’s she’s very sorry and won’t make Rebekah do any of those things again.”

“Good girl. Do you want Aunty Sue to make it so Amanda can’t do anything to Rebekah ever again, even if she wanted to?” Miss Parker asked looking towards Amanda and raising an eyebrow as if to say. ‘I will anyway.’

“Yes please, Aunty Sue. I know Amanda means what she says but she might forget.”

“Very well then from now on. All the things Amanda did that made Rebekah have to do what she says are gone. She can call her ‘Poppet’ or say ‘it’s sleepy time for slaves’ and it will have no effect at all. From now on Rebekah is just as she was before Amanda first put her to sleep.”

In Rebekah’s mind Miss Parker made a dramatic gesture that banished all the power Amanda had over Rebekah.

“Do you want to play now?” Miss Parker asked.

“Yes please, Aunty Sue.” Rebekah said, all her previous melancholy vanishing with Miss Parker’s imagined gesture.

“Let Amanda kiss your pussy, but don’t cum until I say you can. Now as soon as Amanda starts you will hear nothing until I say ‘Cum for me, Kitten.’ Then you will cum and fall deeply asleep. OK Amanda show my sexy little kitten how sorry you are.”

Again Amanda thought, no hoped, her presence would be required but was disappointed as Miss Parker said “She will be out of it for a while. Fortunately the fact that she loved you before you enthralled her allowed her to forgive you quickly so I don’t think there will be any lasting damage. Later I’ll reinforce her barriers so that her hypnotic state will not leach through again. I hope you now see just how dangerous hypnosis can be.”

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda replied, truly chastened.

“Don’t worry.” Miss Parker added with a smile. “We all make mistakes in the beginning, you are just lucky to have found me before you went ‘wild’; just as I was fortunate enough to meet a goddess who took me under her wing as a slave-trainee.”

In the background Rebekah was squirming on the chair, mewing softly as she recalled / imagined Amanda’s tongue on her pussy, this time certain that her Aunty Sue would let her cum.

“When she’s finished I want you to take her back to your dorm and be nice to her. It will take a couple more sessions before she is fully healed so don’t try anything, Ok, Honey?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda replied compliantly even as her pussy and nipples ached listening to Rebekah’s mounting pleasure.

“Visit me tomorrow morning at 9:30 sharp and we will start your training.” Miss Parker insisted and without waiting for an acknowledgment said “Cum for me, Kitten.”

Rebekah screamed in her ecstasy before being overcome with pleasure and falling into a deep peaceful sleep.

“How do you do that!” Amanda exclaimed as she heard her friends uncontrolled release.

“I presume you mean making her cum without her, or anyone else touching her? Well after only a few sessions a subject is capable of the most realistic visions, so real that the brain completely ignores the signals from the body and responds instead to the vision.” Miss Parker explained. “But I’ll deal with the theory later. Right now I have to take care of Rebekah.

“Can you her me, Kitten?” Miss Parker asked in a whisper.

“Yes, Aunty Sue. Your Kitten feels so warm, thank you for letting me cum, Aunty Sue. I really, really, really do love you, Aunty Sue.”

“I know you do, Kitten. And your Aunty Sue loves you too. Now I want you to take Amanda’s hand, open your eyes and go back to your dorm. You will get undressed and then go to sleep. All you will dream are nice dreams and you will forget everything that has happened since Amanda came back earlier on.”

With a nod towards the slumbering young woman, Miss Parker indicated that Amanda should take her hand and leave.

Walking back Amanda simply enjoyed holding her friend’s hand, knowing she would no longer be able to use her as she had but grateful to still have her friend.

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter 4

The next morning Amanda woke and looked at the clock and saw it was only 7 O’clock but knew she would not be able to go back to sleep. She lay thinking for a few minutes, then remembering how Rebekah had been watching her the previous morning, glanced over at Rebekah who, Amanda was pleased to see, was sleeping soundly. Amanda rose, crept out of bed and to the bathroom, showered and washed her hair then returned to her dorm.

Quietly, so as not to wake the slumbering Rebekah, she quickly dressed in the clothes she had already decided on. Soft white cotton bra and panties, a pink cotton pleated skirt and a white, low cut t-shirt. She quickly grabbed her hair about three inches above the nape of her neck and fixed it in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. Her shoes had caused her a little more concern but had finally decided on a pair of white stiletto court shoes with three-inch heels. ‘Quite the Essex Girl’ Amanda thought to her self with a smile. ‘All I need now is a white convertible.’

Without disturbing her friend she slipped out of the room and downstairs for breakfast. During the holidays the girls could take breakfast between 8 and 10 although the selection wasn’t as wide as it was during term time. Amanda just grabbed a bowl of cereal, a couple of rounds of dry toast and a cup of coffee. She realised she was the only one down so early, just after 8, and half expected Rebekah or Miss Parker to come in and join her but neither did, in fact the only other person to enter before Amanda left just after 8:30 was the young blonde athlete.

‘Maybe I was hasty in dismissing her.’ Amanda thought to herself as she looked at the girls fine body tone and long slender legs. Amanda looked at the clock on the wall but it had only just moved since the last time she’d looked and so only said 8:36. ‘Nearly an hour to kill.’ Amanda thought sullenly and decided to take a stroll through the grounds but then remembering how she was dressed decided against it and went instead to the library. Amanda was not surprised to find there were no books on hypnosis and even if there had been she had no more use for printed teaching, as she had a real flesh, and what lovely flesh, and blood teacher.

Finally the wall clock ticked around to 9:15. ‘Near enough’ Amanda thought to her self and headed for Miss Parker’s study arriving a couple of minutes later. She knocked on the door and waited for a response, when non came she tried the door and found it was still locked. She sighed and decided all she could do was wait for Miss Parker to arrive.

She felt a little vulnerable dressed as she was waiting outside a teachers office, almost like some naughty little schoolgirl queuing outside the headmistress’s office to receive her punishment. She heard the clock on the school chapel strike the half hour and at the same time a key being turned in the lock of the door she was leaning against. Amanda quickly pushed herself upright before the door opened. “I believe we said 9:30.” Miss Parker said from inside the now slightly opened door. Amanda pushed it fully open and walked in.

Miss Parker was waiting for her, standing in the centre of the room. ‘Wow!’ Amanda thought to herself as she looked at her hypnosis teacher. Her shoes were open strappy sandals with long laces coming from a loop behind each heel which were crossed several times as they snaked up to Miss Parker’s mid calf where they were tied in a small bow. Her legs shimmered slightly from the sheer ‘bare gold’ hosiery that clung almost invisibly to her smooth skin.

Around her upper right arm she wore a coiled cobra armlet, the head of the snake up and flat at the top. Her hair was loose but more natural and wavy than Amanda recalled and around her throat was a flattened golden torque. All this, beautiful as it was, paled into insignificance against Miss Parker’s dress. It was black and, although Amanda would never have known, made of Shantung silk with a red wine satin backing.

In its shape it was a simple sleeveless shift coming straight across at the neck before expert fitting shaped it to all of Miss Parker’s curves, the gently cowled back showed just how soft and light the fabric was, the hem, with its 4 inch back split hung seductively just above the knee. Even in her naiveté, Amanda realised that such simple elegance came at an exorbitant price.

“Sorry, Miss.” Amanda apologised for arriving earlier than she had been told to; once that is she had first closed her mouth as she gawped at Miss Parker’s appearance. Amanda noticed how alive Miss Parker’s eyes seemed to be as her eyelashes curled softly above her grey eyes and her lips were painted the same deep red as the lining of her dress and were glossed to perfection.

“No matter.” Miss Parker said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“It is now the appointed time to begin your training. Please take a seat.” Miss Parker said as she indicated she wanted Amanda to sit in her red leather armchair, the very same chair that Rebekah had cum on only the night before. Amanda smoothed her skirt over her tight arse as she sat and in what she hoped was a demure pose crossed her ankles. Miss Parker sat on the dining chair facing Amanda and said. “Have you ever been hypnotised before, Honey?”

‘Oh God!’ Amanda thought; she had feared, hoped, dreaded, wished that Miss Parker would hypnotise her. “No, Mommy” Amanda replied using the name that accompanied her being called Honey, without any sense of self-consciousness or strangeness, it just seemed right somehow.

“Would you like me to try and hypnotise you?” Miss Parker asked her voice softening.

Amanda wanted to say ‘yes’ almost said ‘no’ but settled for the truth. “I Don’t know. I think I’d like to but I don’t want to give up being, you know, me.”

“Do you trust me, Honey?” Miss Parker asked, the question sounding to Amanda like a potential watershed.

Amanda really did trust Miss Parker, how could she not trust her she was her Mommy. Even this did not seem too strange, but she still doubted a little. “I think I do, Mommy.”

Miss Parker smiled as she reached out and patted Amanda on the knee gently. “That is the most truthful thing you have ever said, but if I am to teach you about hypnosis you must first experience it, feel what it is like, how you can tell whether you are hypnotised.”

“You mean the subject feels hypnotised?” Amanda queried as Miss Parker leant a little further forward saying. “There is really only one way to find out. At anytime you will be able to tell whether you’ve been hypnotised because if you are you wont be able to do what you want to do, so if you can say, raise your right hand a little then you can’t be hypnotised. OK?”

This made some sense to Amanda who finally agreed only to have Miss Parker say that as Amanda herself was a hypnotist, even if a very raw one, there was a very good chance that it wouldn’t work anyway. “Just sit back and take a few deep breaths.” Miss Parker instructed Amanda. “Close your eyes until you are ready to begin then open them and look into my eyes.

Amanda’s breasts rose and fell softy as, with eyes closed, she took a few deep breaths. “Good little girl.” Miss Parker said softly. “Nice deep relaxing breaths. Each breath making you more and more relaxed.”

Amanda sighed contentedly as she opened her eyes and found Miss Parker’s waiting for her. “How do you feel, Honey?” Miss Parker asked simply

“I feel fine.” Amanda informed her truthfully.

“You are now nice and relaxed, can you raise your right hand?”

In response Amanda’s right hand lifted a few inches from her lap before being replaced.

“Good little girl. Now lets try and go a little deeper, just keep looking into my eyes as I count to 5… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. There how’s that, more relaxed?”

Amanda did indeed feel more relaxed but was not yet ‘under’ as she could still lift her hand, and indeed did so as Miss Parker asked her to.

“Lets go a little deeper now, keeping looking into my eyes.” Miss Parker fell silent but Amanda couldn’t help but count to 5 with the same cadence as Miss Parker had done earlier. Just as she reached 5 Miss Parker enquired. “Still feeling nice and relaxed, Honey?”

“Yes Miss but I can still move my hand.” She was about to prove this when Miss Parker said “Very good, you really are a very good little girl, but it’s not necessary to actually raise your hand as long as you know you could, ok, Honey?”

Amanda all but tutted to herself, ‘Of course, now why didn’t I think of that.’

“Shall we see if we can go deeper, Honey? Deeper looking into my eyes.”

For a second Amanda wondered why Mommy was saying she should go deeper, that was something you did to a subject ‘after’ they had been hypnotised, no wonder this wasn’t working. She almost told Miss Parker this but didn’t as she liked looking into her eyes even if it wasn’t hypnotising her, anyway Mommy had told her it probably wouldn’t work.

Amanda wondered if she had missed anything but realised that her Mommy had only told her to close her eyes because she was very sleepy. ‘It would be nice, just for a little to close them she realised and, as she did so confirmed that yes, she could still raise her hand. It was easier to relax Amanda was sure now that she had closed her eyes. It was very relaxing, pity it wasn’t working though. ‘Just for a few minutes then’ Amanda agreed with the voice, such a lovely voice that had she been hypnotised would now be taking her deeper and deeper. ‘Still I feel nice and relaxed and it is a very beautiful soft voice, I feel more relaxed as I listen.’

‘I suppose I could move my hand but I don’t want to all I want to do is listen to the voice and go deeper.’ Was the last thing Amanda remembered thinking before she opened her eyes and found Miss Parker still leaning forward asking how she felt now.

Amanda did a quick stock take and knew she had never felt better in her life and said so adding. “Sorry it didn’t work, Mommy. Hypnotising me I mean, I felt really nice and relaxed but I didn’t go under I could’ve raised my hand at any time.”

“Then.” Miss Parker asked. “When did you take off your clothes?”

Amanda looked down at her body, naked as the day she was born but with a lot more curves. “I don’t know.” Amanda said a little perplexed at first but then shrugged as it didn’t seem that important, not until she saw and heard Miss Parker snap her fingers. Instantly Amanda was herself and shocked that she was butt naked and could not remember getting that way. “You did hypnotise me.” Amanda had to admit, “I could have sworn I was in control all the time, you’d said it probably wouldn’t work so I just sort of went along for the ride. Wow that is so cool.” Miss Parker snapped her fingers again and Amanda found herself sitting in Miss Parker’s chair still wearing the clothes she had arrived in. Amanda was frightened stiff, was she still hypnotised? “Am..Am I still..”

“No Honey you aren’t; you are wide awake, but I had to let you feel it, feel how real hypnotic suggestions can be for the subject. Do you understand now why we have to be so careful to keep the hypnotised person away from the real one, the disorientation can cause severe mental instability. We do this by creating a separate persona for our slaves when they are hypnotised. I’m not saying that you should never allow the slave to come to the fore but you must be careful.”

Amanda was physically shaking as Miss Parker continued. “That is why we usually make the subject forget what has happened, and that is easier if the slave thinks of itself as a separate entity to the unhypnotised one.”

Miss Parker stood and then sat on the arm of Amanda’s chair placing a reassuring hand around her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “It’s Ok, Honey. I didn’t leave any post hypnotic triggers, you won’t find yourself waking up somewhere strange or anything. But you were so keen on hypnosis as a method of control I had to show you, you do understand don’t you Honey?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda agreed softly, then brightened as she picked up on something Miss Parker had just said. “Do you mean there are ways we can control people without using hypnosis?”

“Of course,” Miss Parker stated. “Hypnosis is only one tool of many for controlling another’s mind, a very powerful one to be sure but a simple tool nonetheless.”

“You mean like you said yesterday about peoples desires and fears and what was it, oh yes fetishes.”

Miss Parker smiled “That’s right. If you truly want to learn I will show how to dress to get a desired effect, how you can read a person to find their weaknesses and avoid their strengths. By the time you leave this school in 2 years time you will be able to walk through a room of people and have every pair of eyes, male and female, focused only on you or, pass by without anyone noticing you were there. And of course how, should it be necessary, to hypnotise someone with or without their knowledge or agreement. This is your last chance, Honey. Do you want to be my slave-trainee?”

Without being given permission Amanda threw her arms around Miss Parker and expressed her earnest desire to be so trained; whatever it took.

“Talking of desires.” Miss Parker whispered as her hand slid without objection up beneath Amanda’s cute pink skirt as she found Amanda’s mouth, already open and inviting, with her own.

Because it was the final term of the school year when the 5th form took their GCSE’s and the holiday during which Amanda signed on to be trained by Miss Parker was halfway through that term, exams unfortunately impinged heavily on both Amanda’s and Miss Parker’s time from when school restarted and so they only managed a few serious meetings when Miss Parker could get down to the business of training Amanda to control people.

At first Amanda didn’t understand some of the things Miss Parker asked her to do, usually just sit and chat about nothing in particular and Miss Parker would then ask Amanda to analyse the conversation picking out areas where Miss Parker was showing something that might to a lesser trained eye be missed. Unfortunately in these early days Amanda tended to miss them as well, but Miss Parker was always patient, going back over what had been or sometimes what had not been said, how the speaker was sat how she was dressed, where she looked. It all seemed a little tedious to Amanda who wanted to get down to some serious practice, but Miss Parker was adamant that she needed a good grounding before they could continue.

Finally Amanda finished her last exam and went to see her mentor a little down in the mouth.

“What’s the matter, Honey?” Miss Parker asked as Amanda slumped on her old leather sofa.

“I go home tomorrow so I won’t see you again until the start of next term and I was really starting to get a feel for what you wanted from me.”

This Miss Parker agreed with, lately not only had Amanda begun to spot the hints Miss Parker was dropping in their chats, even when Miss Parker made them very subtle indeed but Amanda was also starting to alter the conversation to draw out those areas in ways that an unsuspecting person would be unaware of. Quite honestly Miss Parker was very proud of her ‘Honey’.

“I know, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she sat beside Amanda and let her finger run through her pupil’s hair. “Who’s coming to pick you up?”

“My dad.” Amanda said and added with a little hint of disappointment. “Mum said she wanted to come but she’s busy at work.”

“Never mind, Honey. Mommy loves you very much.” Miss Parker said as she bent her head and kissed Amanda’s neck. “What do you think your parents would say if I suggested you spend a couple of weeks in the middle of the holiday with me to do some, shall we say ‘extra studying’? We could stay at my cottage but they don’t need to know that.”

Amanda brightened at the prospect and said “I know what mum will say. ‘How much will it cost?'” Both women laughed at this and Miss Parker let her fingers stroke the top of Amanda’s thigh absently.

“I’ll speak to your father tomorrow.” Miss Parker said between kisses on Amanda’s neck.

“What about Miss Wiseman?” Amanda queried, certain she wouldn’t want to spend 2 weeks with her.

“Don’t worry about Heather, she will find she has a sudden desire to visit her parents for a few weeks, as she does every holiday. Now, tell me what sort of women does your father go for?” Miss Parker asked as her bright red fingernails vanished below the hem of Amanda’s grey pleated skirt.

“Mum says; ‘Any that are breathing.'” Again bringing soft laugher from her teacher who was currently undoing the bottom button of Amanda’s blouse, as Amanda continued. “I think he goes for, you know, posh birds. Ones he’d never have a chance with in a million years. I’m sure he’ll drool all over you, Mommy.”

“Let him drool, as long as I get what I want I don’t mind a little drooling.” Miss Parker explained as she pulled down the knot of Amanda’s tie and unbuttoned the rest of Amanda’s blouse.

Amanda started to say something else but was prevented from doing so as Miss Parker’s mouth found hers. Amanda could feel the creaminess of Miss Parker’s lipstick and taste its slightly scented aroma and all thoughts of parents and going home quickly vanished from her mind.

The following morning found all the girls up and dressed early. Despite it being the last day of term and they were all going home, the headmistress had insisted that the girls wear their best uniforms ‘to show the school in it’s best light.’

Most of the girls would be coming back after the long summer break but a few had decided, or in the odd case had it decided for them, that they did not want to do ‘A’ levels and so would not be returning. Consequently a lot of their eyes were red with tears as they hugged each other and promised ‘to keep in touch’.

After the morning assembly the girls were dismissed to their dorms to await the arrival of their parents or whoever had been dumped on to fetch them. Sitting on her bed Amanda was happy that Rebekah appeared to be her old self again, joking about spending the summer ‘reading up’ on the subjects she would take at ‘A’ level. “Yeah right.” Amanda replied sounding anything but convinced and both girls howled with laughter. Amanda loved hearing Rebekah laugh and couldn’t help thinking about how she had done so as Rebekah tickled her whist she was tied to Amanda’s bed. Amanda tried to dispel the image but it had claimed squatters rights and would not leave without being dragged away by bailiffs.

All too soon, one of the first year ‘runners’ popped her head around the door and called out Rebekah’s name. “Come on.” Amanda said grabbing some of Rebekah’s possessions I’ll help you carry them to the car. Rebekah said her final goodbyes to the girls; some with more fondness than others and wiping a tear from her eye left the dorm.

Once Amanda had seen off Rebekah with a friendly peck on the cheek that made Rebekah blush cutely and promising to ‘wave until you’re out of sight’, she started back into the main building when her eye caught a couple walking together the woman’s arm hooked through the mans. ‘Oooh’ Amanda thought to herself ‘Mommy and daddy.’ For that is who it was.

Miss Parker had excelled herself and wore a sleeveless pink sheath dress with a matching organza wrap that was passed over the crooks of her elbows and hung at the back halfway down her backside, the free ends seemed to float beside her. Her sandals were a matching pink and their five-inch heels made her tower over Amanda’s father even without the neat pink hat with a half veil of pink mesh. It was obvious to Amanda that Miss Parker was working her magic, her father seemed speechless, just glorying in being in her presence.

“Ah there you are, Amanda.” Miss Parker beamed as the two entwined adults approached her. Amanda smiled politely but wanted to burst out laughing at the look on her father’s face; pure unadulterated joy, Amanda could never remember him looking so happy.

“I’ve just being telling your wonderful father about my little summer school, Amanda. Haven’t I, John?” Miss Parker informed Amanda, patting John’s hand as she did so.

“Yes, Miss Parker.” John agreed.

Amanda was finding it harder and harder not to burst out laughing. ‘She’s got him eating out of the palm of her hand.’ Amanda thought to herself as Miss Parker continued. “And you know, even though I told the silly boy it wasn’t necessary, he’s insisted on paying the £500 a week tuition fee.” Now this did cause Amanda to take notice and wonder just how he would explain that to Amanda’s tight fisted mother. But even this wasn’t the end of Miss Parker’s machinations.

“John has been an absolute dear. He even volunteered to drive you back here in 2 weeks time. You will remember to bring the money with you, won’t you, John, only I’m such a feather brain when it comes to dealing with cheques and the like, no it will be so much easier if you send the cash with Amanda.” The last comment was accompanied, for Amanda’s eyes only with a wink. “Anyway I wouldn’t want to keep you two any longer.” Miss Parker stated as, much to John’s disappointment, she withdrew her arm from his, turned on her impossibly high heels and walked back with swaying hips into the main school, her wrap sliding sensuously across her arse, with both pairs of Levres eyes watching as she did so.

“Remarkable woman.” John said somewhat wistfully.

“Yes, she is.” Amanda agreed whole-heartedly.

With a little help from her father Amanda managed to load her things into the car and father and daughter were soon driving back towards their home. Several times during the journey Amanda glanced at her father who still wore the silliest boyish grin, and on at least 3 occasions heard him mutter. “Damn fine woman, damn fine.”

This was the first time Amanda had actually witnessed just how powerful Miss Parker’s powers really were. Amanda was certain her teacher hadn’t hypnotised her father but had simply played to his weaknesses moulding him like warm putty in her hands.

With the long journey finally over and Amanda once more in her own room she fell asleep on the bed, dreaming of Miss Parker until she was woken by the sound of raised voices, her mum and dad arguing. Amanda decided against intervening and caught the odd snatch of words. It was obvious even from these that Amanda was the cause of the argument, or at least her attending the summer school.

Amanda guessed rightly that it was the £1,000 for two weeks tuition that was at the centre and was quite surprised to hear her father standing up to her mum explaining, presumably as it had been explained to him by Miss Parker, that it would be really good for Amanda if she were allowed to attend. ‘Why did she have to make him pay the £1000?’ Amanda thought to herself. ‘It would have been much less trouble if the 2 weeks had been free.’ She shrugged ‘Mommy knows best, I suppose’ laid down and returned to the arms of sleep.

Without friends at home Amanda found the next 2 weeks interminable her only joy the thought that soon she would be able to spend time with Miss Parker.

On the day of their departure Amanda wasn’t sure who was the most excited, Amanda or her father who as the day neared had taken to doing sit ups to try and ‘lose a little round the middle’. Amanda couldn’t help but be amused.

Because of the heavy holiday traffic it was late afternoon before they finally pulled to a halt in front of the school. Amanda, as Miss Parker had suggested after there tryst the day before school finished, had not told her father she would be staying at Miss Parker’s. As the two travellers alighted, stretching cramped limbs Miss Parker came floating down the front steps bringing a light to John’s tired eyes and Amanda watched in disbelief as he sucked in his stomach that had not really benefited from his exercises.

Miss Parker was wearing the same clothes and shoes she had worn that first time she hypnotised Amanda. ‘The only time’ Amanda corrected the thought almost certain that the correction was true. The black dress gave Miss Parker a slightly harder look than the soft pink she had worn when she first met Amanda’s father, something Amanda was convinced would not have a been a matter of chance.

“John, how very kind of you to bring Amanda.” Miss Parker smiled in word form. “Just leave the cases there we wouldn’t want to detain you. It really is so sweet of you.” Miss Parker took the crook of John’s elbow in her hand a gently guided him towards the car. It was evident, even to Amanda, that her father wanted to stay and see her settled in, but Miss Parker was on a roll and was saying. “You really are such a sweet man driving Amanda all this way.” Then added seemingly as an after thought. “Did you remember the fees, John?”

“Oh the fees, yes.” John said opening the car door and retrieving a brown envelope from the glove compartment. John made to pass the envelope to Miss Parker but she demurred saying “Oh, no. Please give it to Amanda. I’m as likely to leave it lying somewhere and forget to give it to the bursar.”

John handed the envelope containing the twenty £50 notes he had withdrawn from the bank that morning to Amanda saying. “Don’t lose it.” Amanda was about to make some sarcastic comment but was prevented by Miss Parker saying, “Anyway, John. It was so nice seeing you again, but we really do need to get started me and Amanda.”

“Er but, er.” John stammered in vain for already Miss Parker had turned her attention to Amanda. Seeing the object of his newly re-discovered passion with an arm around the waist of his pretty daughter who had insisted on wearing a totally inappropriate pink vest, short denim skirt and white ‘cowboy boots’, John felt a thought pass through his penis. It should have passed by unnoticed especially since half of the thought involved his own daughter but penises are like that and the thought started to grow, becoming hard as he thought he saw the tips of Miss Parker’s fingers slip into the rear pocket of Amanda’s skirt. By now the thought had become tumescent making standing a little uncomfortable. And so as Amanda’s father drove down the drive he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other feeling his brain.

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter 5

As soon as Amanda’s father’s car had turned out of the drive and before the two women had reached the locked front door of the school, Miss Parker’s hand was fully inside Amanda’s rear pocket gently feeling the firm arse below. “It’s so nice to see you again, Honey.” Miss Parker said softly and with real affection as Amanda turned her face and their lips met.

“I parked the car round the side.” Miss Parker said as their welcome was broken. Wait by the cases and I’ll fetch it. Amanda returned to her abandoned luggage. She stood there nervously holding the envelope containing more money than she had ever seen before in her life and heard the sound of a car pulling around the side of the building, not the staid Ford that Miss Parker usually drove to school but a gleaming silver Mercedes sports convertible with the top down. The car skidded to a halt on the gravel and Amanda heard the boot unlock as Miss Parker said with obvious pride.

“Nice isn’t she.” Amanda agreed and just about managed to squeeze her things into the boot before joining Miss Parker. “Buckle up, Honey.” Miss Parker said and, as soon as she had, Miss Parker set off at an alarming speed down the drive, a plume of gravel thrown up in her wake.

Miss Parker’s, or more accurately Miss Wiseman’s cottage was about fifteen miles away just outside a small sleepy village and the roads to there where quiet and winding and Miss Parker let the Merc have its head, sliding into the corners she knew so well. So well in fact that she could negotiate most one handed leaving the other to stroke Amanda’s thigh. Amanda enjoyed the thrill and the feel of the wind taking her hair but would have liked to have asked Miss Parker to slow down just a little, but didn’t.

In very little time they pulled up with an accompanying screech of rubber outside the most gorgeous country cottage; all white walls and climbing roses. “Get the gate, Honey.” Miss Parker said and Amanda got out of the car and opened the white 5 bar gate inwards and held it until Miss Parker had brought the car on to the drive and got out. Amanda went to the boot to retrieve her bags but Miss Parker said. “Leave those for the maid, Honey.” She leant into the car and gave two quick blasts on the horn before removing the keys.

“Maid?” Amanda questioned.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Miss Parker answered knowing full well that she hadn’t. “With Heather gone I simply need someone around to cook and clean, you couldn’t possibly think I could do those sorts of things.”

Looking longingly at Miss Parker, who even after the rapid car journey still seemed as fresh as a daisy, Amanda had to concede that she couldn’t ever imagine Miss Parker doing anything so mundane.

“Where is that girl!” Miss Parker fumed. “If she’s in my bed playing with herself again and neglecting her chores she’s in for a real spanking.”

Leaving the car with boot up Miss Parker headed inside the cottage, the door was unlocked and so presumably the maid was around somewhere. Dropping the car keys into a bowl on the small table in the hall, Miss Parker called out “Mary, where in heavens name are you?”

Amanda heard the unmistakable sound of heels on wood and heard a voice call from upstairs. “Sorry, Mistress. I was cleaning the bathroom and didn’t hear you come back.” The voice was quickly followed by a woman who was wearing what Amanda supposed was a French Maid’s uniform consisting of a short black satin dress with a scooped neckline that just exposed the top of her black bra cups.

Her black silk stocking tops could easily be seen below the very short hem, which along with the neckline and short puff sleeves were trimmed with white lace and around her neck was a matching white lace choker. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a lose ponytail held with a white scrunchy. Around her waist was a small lace trimmed white satin apron that was tied in a large bow behind her back with large white satin ribbons. Her feet wore a pair of black leather ankle boots with 5-inch heels and in her hand was a long feather duster.

“I’m sure you remember Mary.” Miss Parker said even as the maids identity dawned on her. It was the girl who five years ago had met her and her parents on Amanda’s first day at school. Mary was made the ‘Head Girl’ during Amanda’s second year and left school the following summer with straight A’s and went to one of the Oxbridge colleges, much to the delight of the headmistress who held her out as a perfect role model for all the girls. Amanda had laughed to herself at this knowing what a stuck up cow Mary really was. And now here she was dressed like she was auditioning for some West End farce or probably more accurately some Soho strip joint.

By this time Mary had reached the bottom of the stairs and after performing an extremely elegant curtsey, especially considering the height of her heels, stood brushing imaginary creases from her skirt and apron. “Welcome home, Mistress.” Mary said with a slight French inflection. “Thank you, Mary.” Miss Parker said. “This is the house guest I was telling you about, Miss Amanda Levres.”

Something about that name rang a distant bell with Mary but she couldn’t remember her. Her very good French however made her look at Amanda’s mouth and she had to agree that she was well named.

“You will attend to my guest’s wishes as if they were mine, Mary. And unless instructed otherwise you will address her at all times as ‘Miss Amanda.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Mary acknowledged then turning to Amanda said “Welcome, Miss Amanda.”

“Miss Amanda’s bags need collecting from the car. Take them to her room and after you have brought us tea on the terrace you may unpack them.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Mary said with another curtsey and headed out through the front door. Amanda watched her go with a look of total incredulity on her face that made Miss Parker laugh. Then Miss Parker’s words to her maid sank in. “My room?”

“Yes, Honey. Your room.” Miss Parker said and watched as Amanda’s face fell as she said. “Oh I sort of though, you know that we would.”

“Share the same room?” Miss Parker finished the sentence for her. “Don’t worry, Honey there is no law that says you have to sleep, or not sleep, in your own room, but propriety demands you have the choice.” Before Amanda could express her rapidly changing feelings Miss Parker took her arm and said “Come and see the garden, Honey.”

Miss Parker led Amanda into a comfortable wooden floored room with two large sofas and a couple of old armchairs, a writing desk and a small table that held an old TV and video. The far wall of the room had French windows that looked out onto a large well manicured lawn. The lawn was bordered with bedding plants and was totally surrounded by a ten-foot hedge ensuring privacy for any occupant.

Just outside the French windows was a small paved patio with a green metal table and chairs. A large parasol was held up by a thick wooden pole that went through the centre of the table and the chairs all sported green and white striped cushions. Miss Parker pulled aside the door and indicated that Amanda should sit. When both women were seated opposite each other Amanda suddenly remembered the envelope. She held it out to Miss Parker saying “Here you better put this somewhere safe I don’t like having responsibility for this much money.”

Miss Parker made no move to take the proffered cash saying. “Then you had better get to like it, that’s yours.”

“Mine!” Amanda gasped.

“Of course.” Miss Parker said with her winning smile. “First thing tomorrow morning we hit the shops. If you are going to be ‘Hypnotica Queen of the Universe.’ The least you can do is dress like it.”

The name brought a flush to Amanda’s cheeks as she remembered Miss Parker exposing her foolish attempt to hypnotise her but soon recovered as she thought about spending £1000. ‘Could you spend £1000 in a day?’ Amanda thought, then looked at Miss Parker’s exquisite dress and knew you could, very easily.

Just at that moment Mary arrived carrying a silver tray on which were 2 china cups on saucers, a small matching milk jug and a silver teapot. Mary stood between the 2 women and, with straight legs, leant over and placed the tray on the table. “Thank you, Mary. You may pour.” Miss Parker said as she ran her hand up the back of Mary’s legs feeling the encasing silky stockings. “Mary likes to be stroked, don’t you Mary?” Miss Parker said grinning at Amanda.

“Yes, Mistress.” Mary replied although to Amanda’s ear she wasn’t sure Mary really agreed.

With the tea poured and the cups placed in front of Miss Parker and Amanda, Mary stood upright once more and turned to Miss Parker. “Will that be all, Mistress?”

“For now.” Miss Parker said her long red fingernails sliding beneath Mary’s skirt. “I may have something for you to do after you have unpacked Miss Amanda’s bags. Await me in my room.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” Mary said as she curtseyed, turned and headed inside.

“Is that really Mary Chambers?” Amanda asked.

“Oh yes.” Miss Parker explained. “She was head girl the first year I started at the school, the year after you started I believe. She was my first convert at the school, I always say if you are going to do something properly start at the top, although I quite often go lower.” Miss Parker had a really lude way of saying some things.

“Once I’d hypnotised her I found that she wanted to be a successful business woman who would lord it over her minion employees. In her entranced state I convinced her that such domination would come at a cost. A cost she was only too willing to agree to. So I gave her the hard edge she would need to succeed at what she had chosen and indeed she has, she is currently running one of the top fashion houses in Paris.”

“And the price?” Amanda asked.

“Oh I thought that was obvious.” Miss Parker replied. “I convinced her that to fully appreciate what true dominance was, she would have to spend three weeks each year being totally subservient. Otherwise that sharpness would fade leaving her at the mercy of all the people she had stepped on to get were ever she is.”

“Not true of course.” Miss Parker added with a wicked grin. “But so nice to have staff you can rely on totally. I do believe she got married last Autumn to some pseudo French aristocrat or other. Probably making his life a complete hell but ever since she left for University she has come here for three weeks to recharge her dominant self.”

“You mean she’s not hypnotised, now?” Amanda asked

“Of course not, Honey. What fun would there be in that. I assume you do remember her, she wasn’t easy to forget.”

“Oh I remember Mary.” Amanda said unable to hide the bitterness, and went on to tell Miss Parker all about her first day at school and how the endearing Mary had treated her like dirt as soon as her parents had left; leaving her all alone in a strange place.

“Well.” Miss Parker said as she sipped her tea. “Why don’t you go and check how our little maid is managing with your luggage.”

Amanda smiled wickedly at the idea and was about to stand when Miss Parker said “Oh there’s just one thing you should know, during the whole time of her stay Mary is not allowed to cum.”

“What a whole 3 weeks!” Amanda said, aghast at the prospect. “I couldn’t go 3 days!”

“Ah,” Miss Parker explained sweetly. “But you don’t have to; she already has.”

“Does she enjoy being humiliated like this?” Amanda asked always eager to learn.

“No, Honey. She hates it to the core of her soul. She’s not even Bi in her ‘real’ world.” Miss Parker said and peals of laughter could be heard floating in through the open window of the guest bedroom

In that very room Mary was taking out each individual item of clothing and, trying to ignore how cheap and sometimes downright tacky they were, folded them neatly and placed them on several different piles separating jumpers, skirts, jeans, tops and underwear. The two dresses Amanda had brought, a nice enough cotton sundress if you liked ‘catalogue clothes’ and a short black jersey ‘cocktail dress’, Mary had hung on pink quilted hangers which she placed in the wardrobe.

“Hello, Mary.” Amanda called from the door and was rewarded with the cutest curtsey and a “Hello, Miss Amanda.” Amanda found she quite liked being called ‘Miss, Amanda’. It brought to her mind ‘Gone With The Wind’.

“Can I help you with anything, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked in her slight French accent.

“You don’t remember me, do you, Mary?” Amanda asked knowing that small redheaded girls had been beneath Mary’s notice.

“Your name sounds familiar, Miss Amanda. But I can’t quite place you. You haven’t stayed with my Mistress before have you?” Mary groped.

“No.” Amanda stated flatly. “We met on my first day at school, you were the prefect assigned to look after me.”

Amanda was gratified to see a slight colouring on Mary’s cheek as she stuttered. “Er, I don’t suppose I was very nice to you, Miss Amanda.”

“You were an absolute cow.” Amanda informed her maid forcefully.

“I’m sorry, Miss Amanda.” Mary tried to apologise but was stopped by Amanda who continued. “Never mind that’s all in the past, then you were miss high and mighty and I was just another snotty nosed waif, whereas now…” Amanda didn’t finish the sentence preferring Mary to make her own conclusion.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked solicitously but spoiled it by adding. “Only I need to finish unpacking your bag so I may await my Mistress’s bidding.”

“I think I’ll take a shower, Mary. Please show me to the bathroom.” Amanda said as if the idea had just come to her.

“Yes, Miss Amanda. Please come this way.” Mary said leading the way out of the guest room and passed what Amanda assumed to be Miss Parker’s room to a small door at the end of the corridor. Mary opened the door and waited for Amanda to enter, pleased that this was all the new guest wanted. It wasn’t of course, but Amanda didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

The bathroom was not exactly what Amanda expected in such an old house, true the room was large for a bathroom and the bath was the old ceramic type that stands on 4 small gold plated legs cast to look like dolphins and all the taps had four spoke tops although the ones on the bath also had a gold plated shower head cradled on what looked like an old telephone receiver. The floor also was traditionally tiled in black and white squares. No what caught Amanda’s eye was the fact that every wall was mirrored from floor to ceiling, and she noted so was the ceiling.

“Help me undress.” Amanda said, her voice calm and controlling.

Without any sign that this was exactly what Mary had feared might happen she replied politely “Yes, Miss Amanda.”

Amanda leant against the cold mirrored surface and with her hand felt the lace on Mary’s skirt. “This is a very pretty outfit, Mary. It really suits you.” Amanda said honestly. Mary had never been so insulted in all her life; how could a cheap black nylon dress with scratchy lace suit her. Mary was, as the head of a Paris fashion house, used to wearing the finest clothes whereas when she made her pilgrimage, for that is how she defined it to herself, her Mistress made her wear such awful clothes, even her stockings and panties were nylon. ‘It’s a wonder I don’t electrocute myself with static.’ Mary thought silently but said. “Thank you, Miss Amanda.”

With her eyes alone Amanda indicated to Mary that she should start with her boots. Obediently Mary knelt at Amanda’s feet and gently lifted Amanda’s foot a few inches, one hand cupping the back of Amanda’s heel the other gripping the 3-inch spike. With small sideways movements Mary succeeded in removing what she considered to be the very poor quality item, the hand that had supported the back staying in the same place so as to catch Amanda’s heel as the boot slid off, she placed the boot neatly to one side as she returned Amanda’s foot to the cold tiled floor.

The process was repeated and now Mary stood and took Amanda’s silent instruction to remove her skirt. The Denim was thick and hard and fitted so tight Mary needed to almost kneel once more to remove it, revealing as she did so Amanda’s white silk panties, much nicer than Mary had imagined they would be. As Amanda stepped out of her skirt Mary retrieved it and folded it neatly and placed it on top of the wicker clothesbasket.

Taking hold of either side of Amanda’s cotton vest Mary started to lift it and Amanda raised her arms to allow the slightly taller maid to remove it making her hair fall a little unruly, cascading over her shoulders almost covering her firming nipples. Mary was quite well aware of her Mistress’s guest’s mounting arousal and found her self following suit despite her best efforts to ignore it.

“And the panties.” Amanda said flatly and without a word Mary started to peel the soft material away from Amanda pussy and arse, not helped by Amanda clenching her buttocks and trapping them making Mary pull them loose. Amanda stepped out of the newly removed underwear and Mary was just about to add them to the pile when Amanda said. “Do you think they need washing, Mary?”

“I suppose so, Miss Amanda.” Mary said sounding unsure where this was going.

“Hadn’t you better check? I assume laundry is your department?”

“Yes, Miss Amanda.” Mary answered and started to look critically at the white silk panties in her hand.

“Not like that, Mary. You need to smell them, see if the are musky?”

Gingerly Mary lifted the soft panties to her nose and sniffed and smelt the aroma of pussy and ass mingling just as it did when she. No she shouldn’t think about things like that. Mary tried to stop the sensations but couldn’t even as she removed the panties from her nose and informed her young mistress that she did think they needed washing she could still sense the redheads obvious arousal.

“They are my very best pair, Mary. I want you to wash them by hand until they smell clean and fresh. You will check wont you?”

Mary inwardly sneered at the thought that such cheaply made undies could be this woman’s ‘very best pair’ but in her subservient roll she had to say, “Yes, Miss Amanda. I will check. Will that be all, Miss Amanda?”

“Do you want me to scold myself, Mary?” Amanda asked rhetorically. “Of course you don’t so please adjust the water so that it’s nice and warm.”

With the now repetitive “Yes, Miss Amanda.” That Amanda still found exciting Mary leant over the side of the bath and turned both taps letting the water flow through until the temperature was just right then pushing the plunger that diverted the water into the shower head, only just grabbing it before it sprayed all over the floor, all the while acutely aware of Amanda’s hand stroking the back of her thigh.

Amanda held out her hand and Mary held it with her left as her right pointed the shower head into the bath. With what she hoped was grace and aplomb Amanda climbed into the bath and released Mary’s hand. Mary held out the shower head but Amanda said. “I think my hair could do with a good wash, Mary. Do it for me please.” As the bath stood a good 5-inches from the floor Mary realized she would have to stretch to wet Amanda’s hair and asked her if she wouldn’t mind sitting.

“Oh I’m sure there is a better way.” Amanda said as her plan began to bear fruit. She held out her hand to Mary who, having been a maid for three weeks a year for so many years knew what the young Miss wanted her to do.

“Shall I undress, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked sending a thrill of excitement through Amanda’s whole body at the thought of another woman asking if she should undress for her and knowing that she wouldn’t let her. “No, Mary you will do very nicely as you are.” Amanda breathed. Reluctantly Mary climbed into the bath with her mistress trying to point the shower away from her. “Careful where you spray that water, Mary.” Amanda reminded her. “It will take you ages to mop it up afterwards.” Although the thought of seeing Mary on her hands and knees mopping the floor with a towel was a new thought for Amanda and she found she quite liked it.

“Yes, Miss Amanda” Mary said as with the metal heel tips of her little black boots clicking against the ceramic bath she turned to face Amanda.

“Turn around please, Miss Amanda, I don’t want to get this in your eyes.” Mary said as she raised the shower letting water run off Amanda’s stomach and down through her pussy hairs before running off her legs. Amanda turned and now the water was playing over her backside the small jets finding their way between her cheeks. Amanda felt the spray move up her back, always pointing down until it was finally running through her hair teasing it into separate strands darkening it’s natural redness almost to black. Amanda felt Mary’s hand on her forehead pulling her fringe into the stream protecting her face from the flowing water. Amanda let her head bend slightly forward so that at least part of the flow fell across her now aching breasts.

Suddenly the water stopped and in the mirror in front of her Amanda saw Mary unscrew the top of a shampoo bottle and pour some out into her hand. Amanda wondered what Mary had done with the shower and then saw it, clenched between her thighs, the water soaking into her dark silky stockings. Amanda watched in the mirror as Mary rubbed the shampoo over her hands then lifted them to Amanda’s head. Amanda lent her head back luxuriating in the feel of Mary’s fingers smearing the scented soap through her tresses. Soon those same fingers were massaging Amanda’s scalp and locks bringing forth an aromatic foam that fell softly onto Mary’s skin and dress, the lather soaking into the cheap nylon fabric.

Amanda arched her back as Mary got more and more of Amanda’s hair in her hands kneading it, squeezing the lather out so if fell down Amanda’s back and over her cheeks. Amanda let her arse start to rub against the front of Mary’s now well lubricated dress, sliding teasingly against her pussy. Amanda felt the lacy neckline of Mary’s dress brush her shoulder blades and then the unmistakable feel of firm breasts pushing against her back the soap suds soaking her dress and bra. Amanda wanted her to put her arms around her and play with her nipples but Mary was still massaging the shampoo into Amanda’s hair.

“Let me rinse it through, Miss Amanda.” Mary said as she retrieved the shower from between her thighs. Amanda let her head go back and could still feel Mary up close and personal. With one hand on Amanda’s forehead protecting her eyes Mary let the water cascade through Amanda’s hair running off over her own breasts soaking her dress and bra. As the suds slowly washed away Mary brought her hand backwards smoothing Amanda’s hair with her hand, then placing the shower back between her thighs slowly pulled the hair into a ponytail and gently squeezed out all the excess water. Amanda had to admit it was better than any hair dressing salon she had ever been to.

Unfortunately having driven the 100 miles straight, as neither Amanda nor for that matter her father had wanted to delay seeing Miss Parker even for a few minutes, then taking tea on the terrace and finally having water showering all over her, Amanda found she needed the toilet. “Rinse me off.” Amanda instructed her maid and, with shower in hand once more, Mary obliged.

This was a big mistake and in no time flat Amanda was bursting. “Turn off the water and help me out.” Amanda said as she clenched her teeth, her arse and her pussy. Mary reached around Amanda and stemmed the spray, replaced the shower head on its cradle and stood holding out her hand to the dripping Amanda.

Amanda nearly lost it as she lifted her leg over the edge of the bath but managed to hang on. “Wait there, I’ll be right back. I don’t want you dripping all over the floor.” Amanda instructed Mary who stood there soaking through, her dress and bra so wet that Amanda could see Mary’s erect nipples straining against the material.

Amanda almost ran to the toilet and sat, but, desperate as she was, she found it very unnerving going with someone in the room with her. “Turn away.” Amanda commanded and Mary obediently obliged only for Amanda to realize that no matter where Mary looked she would be able to see Amanda in the mirrored walls. Closing her legs more than normal Amanda finally released her bladder in a stream, sighing at the lessening tension. In mid flow Amanda looked towards Mary and, clearly visible in the mirror saw warm yellow fluid running down her leg, even as tears flowed down her cheek.

“You dirty little, slut.” Amanda spat, truly appalled at Mary’s behaviour, so appalled in fact that she couldn’t, despite the yearning of her body bring herself to step back in the tub. “Hose yourself down then clean this room, and clean the bath twice!” Amanda ordered as she grabbed a couple of towels and left the room in double quick time.

Amanda was moving so quick she nearly reached her room before she had one of the soft white towels fastened around her and nearly knocked Miss Parker off her feet as she came out of Amanda’s room. “Ah, there you are.” Miss Parker stated. “I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you.”

Miss Parker detected Amanda’s embarrassment and knew that she was not the cause. “Whatever is the matter, Honey?” Miss Parker asked always keen to find chinks in anyone’s armor, even her trainee. “Come and tell, Mommy all about it, Honey.”

Already Amanda felt herself becoming calmer now her Mommy was here to protect her and love her. She allowed Miss Parker to take the other towel, and like a little puppy followed her into the master, or should that be mistress bedroom.

Miss Parker’s room was larger than the one Amanda was using but there was hardly anything in it. The floor was bare polished wood and against one wall was a pine dressing table with drawers down each side and a stool with red velvet upholstery. The bed was, appropriately, Queen size with black wrought iron and brass at the head and foot.

The mattress was covered by a single red satin sheet which matched the pillowcases. Standing at the side of the bed Miss Parker picked up one of the pillows and dropped it on the floor. She then took hold of the hem of her dress and slowly slid it up her thighs, revealing the lacy tops of her hold up stockings and her bare shaven pussy. Amanda could almost taste Miss Parker’s arousal as with her skirt lifted to her slender waist she sat on the bed and placed one sandal-ed foot either side of the pillow. “Come and sit here, Honey and let Mommy dry your hair.”

Amanda lowered herself to the pillow and stretched her legs out in front of her only for Miss Parker to lift her feet and slide the heels between Amanda’s thighs then with minimal pressure parted Amanda’s thighs. She took up the towel and started to gently dab it against Amanda’s damp hair. “You’ll never guess what that slut did!” Amanda assured her teacher.

Unfortunately for Amanda Miss Parker did guess, not the whole story but the punch line as it were. “And you think peeing yourself is something only a slut would do? I’m disappointed in you, Honey.” Miss Parker said, wounding Amanda to her core. “I would have thought that you of all people would understand that one persons meat is another mans poison. And as it happens Mary cannot abide doing it, but she is compelled. Her most embarrassing moment, in her normal life at least, was getting drunk at a party in her first year at university. She fell asleep on this old armchair and awoke to jeers and the knowledge that in her stupor she had wet her self. That shame has stayed with her so much that now if she sees someone pee, she can’t help it but do so herself. So it is really your fault that she did it not hers.”

Amanda was ashamed of herself, for not being more understanding only now did she realize why Mary was crying as she did what she had to do.

“I’m really sorry, Mommy.” Amanda whimpered.

“That’s OK, Honey.” Miss Parker shushed as she started to finger comb Amanda’s rapidly drying locks

“Mommy’s here and loves her little, Honey.”

Amanda loved the feel of her Mommy’s fingers running through her hair, brushing her neck and cheek, listening to her Mommy’s voice, such a sweet soft voice making Amanda relax, drifting, as she felt the fingers brush against her skin, secure in her Mommy’s love. There was nothing to worry about, her Mommy loved her, loved to take her deeper and deeper just listening to her Mommy’s soft sweet voice.

Amanda’s eyes closed at her Mommy’s command and, had Miss Parker not been ready to hold her, would have fallen forward.

“Sorry, Mommy what was that I think I must have been daydreaming.” Amanda said and for some reason a shiver ran down her back as she said it.

“That’s Ok, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she arranged Amanda’s bone-dry hair neatly around her face and shoulders and as she did so happened to stroke her fingers over Amanda’s ear.

“I think all this talking about peeing is getting to me. I think I need to go again.” Amanda said with a smile in her voice.

“Really?” Miss Parker said sounding a little strange, but she didn’t move her feet trapping Amanda where she sat. Once more Miss Parker brushed the lobe of Amanda’s ear and suddenly Amanda was acutely aware of the stress on her bladder not helped in the slightest by Miss Parker’s feet that were preventing her from closing her legs.

“Sorry, Mommy. I really need to pee!” Amanda said putting the palms of her hands on the floor to push herself up but found Miss Parker’s knees, squeezing slightly against her ribs silently telling Amanda to remain where she was.

Miss Parker brought the heel of her left foot back so that it pressed along the lines of Amanda’s labia forcing her attention to the one place she didn’t want to think about.

“Please, Mommy.” Amanda pleaded softly. “I said I was sorry about calling Mary a slut, Mommy.”

“Oh I don’t mind you calling her a slut, in fact the more you do so the more pleased I will be. What made me angry was that you condemned her for doing something that you could have used to control her. That opportunity is now gone which is a pity, imagine.” Miss Parker explained as her fingernails played along the side of Amanda’s throat. “Just imagine making Mary attend you in the bathroom every time you wanted a pee.

Pretending you didn’t notice what Mary was having to endure, then you could suggest that instead of attending you she could do something else for you, just think how eagerly she would have complied.” As Miss Parker was saying this she let the heel of her sandal slide gently up and down Amanda’s pussy lips.

“Mommy, I really need to go to the toilet, I’m bursting Mommy.” Amanda said as the pain in her bladder became unbearable.

Miss Parker touched Amanda’s ear lobe and Amanda felt a few drops of liquid escape. “Mommy, Please!” Amanda begged and felt Miss Parker stroke her ear and at the same time the flood started. Amanda expected Miss Parker to move her foot but she didn’t, the thin spike of a heel dividing the stream into two.

Amanda looked down as first the red satin pillow turned wine red before it could no longer absorb Amanda’s piss and it started to run out on to the wooden floor, the puddle expanding before her tear filled eyes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Once it had started there was no way Amanda could stop until the last drops had run down the heel of Miss Parker’s beautiful sandal, her stockings bearing obvious splash marks around the ankle. By now Amanda was sobbing her heart out as much because she had made her Mommy angry as at what to her was her own filthy action.

Through her tears and sobs Amanda became aware of her Mommy’s voice soothing her as she stroked Amanda’s hair, soothing her pain. “I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, well Honey. I would hate for you to have to go through that pain again.” Finally Amanda’s tears dried and her sobs faded. Miss Parker lifted her feet and placed them either side of Amanda’s. Amanda didn’t move, as doing so would have brought her legs into contact with the slowly expanding puddle. Just then, to Amanda’s shame, she heard the unmistakable sound of heels on wood and knew with out looking up that Mary had entered the room.

“Ah there you are, Mary.” Miss Parker said cheerfully, “Please help Miss Amanda to her feet and take her to the bathroom to clean up. She appears to have had a slight accident.”

Even though Amanda couldn’t see her, she knew Mary was grinning. Suddenly Mary was standing between Amanda’s legs just beyond the tide line. She offered her hand and said, “Come along, Miss Amanda. Accidents happen you know.”

‘Not to me, not like this.’ Amanda moaned to herself as she took hold of Mary’s hand and trusted her to lift her without letting her fall into the pool on the floor. Amanda’s trust was fortunately for her rewarded, with Mary catching her around the waist, holding her to her body. Amanda was surprised that Mary’s dress and legs were dry, it had only been five to ten minutes at the most Amanda was sure. ‘I suppose she must have changed into another dress.’

Amanda using Occam’s Razor decided, it never entered her pretty head that, one her Mommy could have hypnotized her, two that she had so recently relieved herself that in order to make such a pool she would have had to drink several liters of water. No as far as Amanda was concerned everything was normal except of course that she had just peed all over her Mommy’s bedroom floor.

With her head bent in shame Amanda allowed herself to be lead by the hand, surprisingly gently, almost lovingly, Amanda realized, by Mary. They returned to the bathroom and Amanda saw that the bath and floor had been cleaned thoroughly. ‘How on earth did she do that so quickly.’ Amanda wondered to herself.

“Stand in the bath please, Miss Amanda.” Mary said and helped Amanda accomplish the task. Then Mary took the shower head off its cradle and adjusted the water to a bearable temperature then passed it to Amanda and asked if she would hold it a minute. Amanda complied with the request, vacantly watching as Mary held a large round sponge under the spray before applying some perfumed shower gel and squeezed it softly to a lather.

“At least you weren’t wearing anything.” Mary said as she retrieved the shower from Amanda showing a little humor as well as her own vulnerability.

Mary let the water flow over Amanda’s lower half, swilling away the last remnants of urine. Then with Amanda’s skin nicely glistening Mary stopped the water and started to apply the soap filled sponge. Mary was certainly thorough in her duties especially around Amanda’s pussy that started to respond to Mary’s ministrations despite her embarrassment at the reason for her being washed.

Amanda gasped slightly as Mary worked the sponge between Amanda’s thighs and up over her backside, the suds tickling as they seeped between her cheeks. Amanda was just about ready when Mary moved downwards cleansing her thighs and calves and finally her feet.

Satisfied that she had done as her Mistress asked to the best of her abilities Mary turned the water back on and swilled away the suds. Amanda watched as the water corkscrewed around the plughole taking with it the soap and her embarrassment but not the lesson her Mommy had taught her.

Mary held out her hand and helped Amanda climb out of the tub and passed her a newly laundered towel saying. “My Mistress say’s you are to dry yourself and dress for dinner.”

“When did she say that?” Amanda asked a note of concern in her voice. “And dinner? It can’t be later than 4 o’clock.”

“I don’t recall exactly when Mistress said it, but it is actually nearly 6pm.” Mary said in a way that didn’t sound like she was correcting her young mistress.

Finally the penny dropped and Amanda gasped. “She hypnotized me, didn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that, Miss Amanda.” Mary said truthfully for she found it quite impossible to even think about hypnosis, the subject didn’t interest her in the slightest.

“With your permission, Miss Amanda.” Mary said, indicating her wish to be excused.

“What? Oh yes, and, thank you, Mary.” Amanda said blushing at the memory of pissing on her Mommy’s floor.

“You don’t need to thank me, Miss Amanda.” Mary explained. “Whilst I am here my only purpose is to serve my Mistress and, as she has commanded it, you. My Mistress says that dinner will be at 8 on the terrace, she asked me to lay out your clothes which I have done. Please meet my Mistress on the terrace at 8.00 pm sharp.”

Amanda watched as Mary turned and with the sound of heels clicking on the bathroom floor left Amanda to dry herself.

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter 6

When Amanda returned to her room she found that her bags had been completely unpacked and the clothes put away, apart from her black jersey bias cut dress which was laid out on the bed with a new pair of stockings. On the floor in front of the bed was Amanda’s only pair of heeled shoes, black fortunately and with open toes.

The shoes had been bought with the dress for Amanda’s cousin’s wedding that April and it had taken all her guile to persuade her mum that the outfit was more ‘appropriate’ than the flowery sack her mum preferred. Amanda had worn stockings a couple of times, the first time at that very wedding although of course her mum never knew; and had even been rebellious enough to wear them under her school uniform once, but so as not to get caught had needed to wear her longest skirt and so the effect had gone unnoticed.

Amanda picked up the packet and looked at the picture on the front, a young blonde in a similar dress to Amanda’s, her back to the camera showing the thin seam that ran up the back of a pair of impossibly long legs. Amanda certainly had never worn seamed stockings, let alone hold-ups. She opened the package and felt the sensual smoothness, then, remembering something her mum had told her she put the stockings down and went to her dressing table.

A small bottle of moisturizer that some aunt had bought her the previous Christmas had been added to her rapidly expanding makeup collection. She opened the bottle and rubbed the cooling liquid into her legs then rubbed her hands together ensuring they were nice and soft. Returning to the bed Amanda once more picked up her new stockings and rolled the first one before slipping her toes inside.

Immediately Amanda could feel the Lycra pulling the hose tightly against her foot, a sensation she found she enjoyed even more as she slowly pulled them up her calf and thigh, trying as hard as she could to keep the rear seam straight. The elastane tops were lacy and their jet blackness contrasted sharply with Amanda’s milky white skin and the barely black color of the hose. It was a color Amanda had never worn before but liked how it looked, not only giving her legs a slightly darker cast than normal but also appearing to make a dark ‘outline’ at the edges which seemed to define her natural curves.

When both stockings were on Amanda stood in that most awkward of poses with her back to the mirror trying to look over her shoulder to examine the straightness of the seams. She wasn’t impressed; and spent a couple of fruitless minutes trying to align them correctly, each adjustment sending the pieces above and below out of line. With sudden inspiration she called out,”Mary. Please come to my room I require your assistance.”

Amanda was pleased when she heard the unmistakable sound of her maids high heels clicking down the corridor in response to her summons. A slightly flustered Mary entered Amanda’s room through the open door.

“You called, Miss Amanda. How can I be.” Mary asked politely then on taking in Amanda’s misaligned seams continued sounding genuinely like she wanted to help “Oh I see. Would you like me to help you with those, Miss Amanda. I know how tricky it can be, especially at first.”

“Yes, Thank you, Mary.” Amanda said and turned her back on Mary who obediently knelt behind Amanda. Amanda watched through the mirror as Mary reached out with almost trembling hands and placed them on Amanda’s ankle and gently lifted her foot from the floor. Cradling Amanda’s ankle with her left hand Mary adjusted the stockings fit around Amanda’s toes and heel. This surprised Amanda for she thought the foot was OK, it was the legs that were out of kilter.

Then the training Miss Parker had given her kicked in and Amanda realized that she was right, there was nothing wrong with how her stockings fitted over her feet, Mary just wanted to touch them. ‘Oh my god!’ Amanda thought to herself ‘She’s got a foot fetish!’ Amanda almost said something but then, remembering her ‘lesson’ earlier in the day simply allowed Mary to give her ‘attention’ to Amanda’s foot, Amanda storing the information for later.

After Mary had finished whatever it was she was doing with Amanda’s foot she turned her attention to the leg and with very few adjustments got the seams as straight as a die. Amanda continued to watch through the mirror as Mary repeated the process with the other foot and leg. When she was satisfied that everything was now in order and couldn’t find any further excuse to hold her young mistress’s foot any longer, Mary stood and, with Amanda’s permission, hurriedly left the room.

Amanda returned to her bed and looked fruitlessly for any panties, or for that matter a bra. She was just about to go and look for some in a drawer when it dawned on her that Miss Parker probably didn’t want her to wear any. With a smile at what that could mean, Amanda was about to put on the dress when she remembered she wasn’t wearing any makeup and she preferred not to have any makeup marks on her ‘best dress’ and so, naked but for her seamed stockings she went to the dressing table once more and tipped out the contents of her makeup bag.

Although these had been added to in the two weeks since leaving school it was still a paltry collection. ‘Oh well.’ Amanda thought and was about to start applying some foundation when she recalled that she had a ‘ladies maid’ and for all that Amanda disliked her she had to admit that even at school she had always looked stunning, something that had definitely not changed since. And so with a growing ease she called for Mary.

Almost instantly Amanda saw Mary enter her room with customary “You called, Miss Amanda?”

Amanda explained that she wanted Mary to help her with her hair and makeup so that she could look her best for dinner. Mary obediently kept her thoughts to her self at least until she saw the meager collection of cosmetics ‘Miss Amanda’ expected her to use.

“What sort of effect do you want to create, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked a little dubiously. Amanda thought for a few seconds, softly chewing on her bottom lip before replying simply “Sophisticated.” Again Mary kept her own counsel as it was not her place to inform her young Miss that she thought ‘tart’ would be a much better and easier effect to achieve.

“Would you mind, Miss Amanda if I used my cosmetics? Only I have much wider selection.” What Mary wanted to add was ‘and much better quality.’ But it wasn’t her place to do so.

“Thank you, Mary.” Amanda replied genuinely touched, if not a little excited at using Mary’s makeup. Whilst Mary was fetching her things Amanda sat in front of the mirror, hair in hand trying to see how it would look ‘up’ rather than in it’s current slightly frizzing state.

“Let me see to that, Miss Amanda.” Mary said as she re-entered the room carrying a large plastic box which she placed beside Amanda’s chair, knelt and opened it, revealing several shelves that concertinaed outwards revealing what Amanda thought must be about every shade of every type of cosmetic there could be. Amanda of course did not know about Mary’s other case, the one she kept her ‘good stuff’ in.

“Turn this way, Miss Amanda.” Mary said still kneeling at the side of Amanda’s chair and Amanda was surprised to find that she didn’t feel at all embarrassed sitting there naked in front of a beautiful blonde maid kneeling at her side and with what she hoped was nonchalance she crossed her right leg over her left knee.

The first thing Mary extracted from her box of tricks was a slightly smudged white elasticated head band that she used to hold Amanda’s hair away from her face allowing her to assess the blank canvas before her. Without looking down Amanda moved her right foot very slowly until she felt her toes touch the lacy trim of Mary’s dress. “Now, Miss Amanda. You said ‘sophisticated’ but I need to know what you consider your best and worst features so I can enhance or detract from them as necessary.”

Amanda had never really considered it before, she liked her mouth and everyone said she had lovely green eyes. “I don’t really know.” Amanda said honestly. “Why don’t you decide and surprise me.”

Mary was a little taken aback at Amanda’s trust, she could, she knew, make Amanda look like a real slut, but her job was a position of trust and without it she was well aware she would start to lose her edge. So she knew she would do nothing to upset her Mistress, even if that meant doing a really good job with Amanda’s makeup. “It will be easier if you close your eyes, Miss Amanda.” Mary informed Amanda who sort of shrugged and let her eyes rest closed.

Deprived of her sight Amanda relied on her sense of smell and touch guessing what Mary was doing and responding willingly to Mary’s instructions like ‘Roll your lips, Miss Amanda,’ after Mary had applied Amanda’s lipstick. Amanda could taste the sweet creamy perfumed paste and found she really like it, it reminded her of kissing her Mommy. Amanda assumed that would be the end of Mary’s attention to her lips but she was not counting on her outlining them with a shade only slightly darker than the lipstick and then applying a layer of gloss.

What Amanda found she most enjoyed however was the feel of Mary’s large makeup brush applying blusher and eye shadow in ever deeper layers.

As Mary continued to apply the cosmetics, transforming Amanda’s appearance Amanda let her right foot move slowly beneath the hem of Mary’s skirt finding first the inside of Mary’s thigh aware of the margin between skin and stocking. The very slight pause in Mary’s attention to her task told Amanda that Mary was acutely aware of this. By the time Mary started to apply Amanda’s eye shadow she had moved very slightly forward and Amanda found the feel of Mary’s satin panties quite exciting although not as much as Mary did.

“Just the mascara now, Miss Amanda. You’ll have to open your eyes for that.” Mary informed Amanda adding with the first hint of humor Amanda had heard in Mary’s voice. “But no peeking until it’s finished.”

“OK.” Amanda responded with a smile in her voice.

As Mary closed the cap on her mascara she announced. “All done, Miss Amanda. What do you think?” and was rewarded by Amanda curling her toes and ‘inadvertently’ flicking Mary’s satin covered clit as she did so.

Amanda eagerly turned in her chair and was truly flabbergasted with the face that stared back awestruck from the mirror, all thoughts of Mary’s pussy flying from her. “Oh, Mary. It’s beautiful, I’m beautiful. Thank you so much.” Amanda gushed like the schoolgirl she was on the inside if not, after Mary’s delicate work, on the outside.

“I don’t think there’s much we can do with your hair at such short notice, Miss Amanda.” Mary said rubbing the ends of a few strands of Amanda’s curly locks between her finger and thumb.

Amanda was forced by long experience to agree with her maid. However Mary had an idea and said. “Wait here, Miss Amanda.”

Mary stood and quickly left leaving Amanda to swivel fully in her chair and gaze upon the beautiful young woman who stared back, eyes now full of confidence and decided there and then that she would learn how to do this for herself. Amanda couldn’t believe that the glossy red lips and deep green shadowed eyes with the long curly lashes above the russet cheeks were really hers. And so jumped, so lost was she in her reverie as Mary said “Here you go, Miss Amanda.”

Amanda watched Mary approach in the mirror and allowed her maid to remove the head band and picking up a brush pulled it through her hair, gathering it into her hand and reminding Amanda with a small pang of guilt of how Rebekah had dressed her hair before her fateful, wonderful, life changing meeting with Miss Parker.

With the whole of Amanda’s hair pulled into her left hand Mary took a small oval of leather with 2 holes just outside the foci. She held the oval against Amanda’s hair and pushed a thin black wooden stick through one hole, under the grasped hair and up through the other hole, pinning Amanda’s hair into a loose ponytail.

\Had Amanda been able to see the other side of the of the leather oval and, if she had paid attention in classics or algebra, she would have recognized the silver embossed Greek letters lambda, epsilon, sigma, beta, omicron and a repeated sigma. However she would have needed to have paid attention to the road signs on her Greek holidays with her parents to get the ‘joke’. Mary herself was never quite sure, even after her attempts at seducing the friend who had bought it for her as a gift from her days in the sun, whether it had been a joke or a hint.

With the pin in place Mary moved the brush to the underside of the ponytail and proceeded to tease out the hair into a fan below the holding leather. Amanda watched in the mirror as Mary applied her skills to the task she had been given; even if in her ‘real world’ she would no more have dressed someone’s hair than jump off a 30-storey building, that was what servants and menials were for.

“Would you like help with your dress and shoes, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked, her voice faltering slightly and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she said ‘shoes’.

“Thank you, Mary. That would be most helpful.” Amanda replied as she stood whilst Mary fetched Amanda’s dress and shoes. Amanda put one hand on Mary’s shoulder as Mary helped her to step into the dress and then pulled it up, adjusted the spaghetti straps that crossed at the back and adjusted the bodice until hung correctly.

Even Mary had to admit that on Amanda the dress looked quite fetching despite the lack of lining or double stitched seams she herself would have insisted on. Then almost reverently Mary knelt and sat back on her haunches in front of Amanda and picked up Amanda’s right shoe and lovingly fitted it, ensuring it didn’t snag Amanda’s stocking. Just as Amanda’s foot was safely inside the second shoe Amanda said. “Maybe next time you could give me a pedicure, Mary.”

Mary felt her pent up excitement building at the thought of trimming, smoothing and painting Amanda’s toes, and stood and a little shakily said. “Yes, Miss Amanda. May I go now only I have to prepare for dinner and I’m already behind.”

With an indulgent smile Amanda dismissed Mary and sat back on the chair losing herself in the beautiful face in the wood framed mirror. As she gazed into the deep green eyes Amanda began to feel angry about what her Mommy had made her do earlier, ‘she had no right to do that!’ Amanda fumed to herself and decided she would take Miss Parker to task at dinner.

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter 7

As the old grandfather clock at the foot of the stairs chimed eight, bringing Amanda out of her musings, she left her room and as instructed by Mary, went through the lounge and out onto the Terrace.

The wrought iron table was now covered with white linen and two places were set including three different glasses for each diner. One of these, a long stemmed champagne flute held some gently fizzing amber liquid that Amanda surmised, quite correctly, was Champagne.

She stood for a few minutes expecting Miss Parker to appear; but as the minutes dragged by she decided to sit and sample the champagne. As Amanda sat there, the late evening summer sun warming her as a gentle breeze played across her bare shoulders, she kept going over in her mind how she would raise the subject of Miss Parker hypnotizing her that afternoon, for she was now convinced that is what had happened; although try as she might, she could not detect any gaps in her memory. She knew she had sat at Miss Parker’s feet letting her dry her hair and then she felt the need to go and then… Amanda did not want to recall the then.

“Hello, Honey?” Miss Parker said and Amanda turned her head in the direction of the voice. Amanda almost dropped the champagne flute, the stem of which she was trying to hold elegantly between fingertips and thumb. Her eyes beheld a vision, literally; Miss Parker could have stepped straight out of her Kitten’s entranced mind. “Mommy! You look gorgeous!” Amanda exclaimed as she viewed Miss Parker as if for the first time.

Her dress appeared to be just two wide strips of white satin silk joined together with seams that ran from mid thigh to just above her naval. The ends were knotted on each shoulder attaching the low slung back to the front. The neck had soft cowed folds above which lay a thick golden torque.

From the side the dress appeared a split up both legs and was open beneath her armpits showing the delicate sweep of her breasts. Her legs shimmered with golden flecks in her sheer stockings and her feet, with their beautifully painted gold nails, wore golden high heeled sandals.

Her arms were bare except for the coiled snake armlet on her upper left and a thick golden bangle on her right forearm. Her hair was piled neatly with the exception of a few wayward wisps that fell around her face and the golden threads that had been woven through her curls were catching the dying sunlight.

Miss Parker stood in the doorway, one arm resting on the upright for a short time, allowing the mesmerizing effect to work on Amanda before approaching her with slow deliberate strides, the front of her skirt billowing between her legs.

As she approached Amanda felt herself shrinking or her Mommy growing, she couldn’t say for certain which. “You look very pretty too, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she bent and kissed Amanda lightly on her lips, a mere touch but enough to send waves of excitement through Amanda’s whole body, banishing all thoughts of taking her Mommy to task about earlier, how could she possibly complain if this goddess wanted to hypnotize and make her do as she wanted even making her…

Amanda hadn’t noticed but Mary had followed her Mistress out of the house and was now standing holding a chair for her opposite Amanda. Amanda realized then that Mary had changed her clothes and although still nominally dressed as a maid the effect was even more striking. Instead of the dress Mary now wore a transparent black tiered skirt, black stockings, suspenders clearly visible.

Had it not been for the little white satin silk apron tied around her slender waist, her bare pussy would also have been on display. In place of the ankle boots Mary now sported a pair of black open toed shoes with seven-inch heels and three-inch platforms beneath the ball of her foot. Her top was simply a black see-through bra with lace trim. The only item to have survived from day to night was the black and white lacy collar.

Miss Parker stood between the table and chair and allowed Mary to push the chair under her as she sat. “Shall I serve, Mistress?” Mary asked and, on receiving ascent, went back into the house.

“Your make-up is divine, Honey.” Miss Parker said admiring the new Amanda.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Amanda replied, then, remembering how she had tried to deceive Miss Parker about who had done her hair that ‘first time’ added. “Mary did it, she really is good.”

“Yes she is.” Miss Parker agreed with a satisfied smile.

Just then Mary returned with a silver tray on which sat two small ramekin dishes. She placed one in front of each woman then stood back from the table. Amanda copied Mrs Parker and picked up a small spoon and tasted the dish in front of her.

“Its smoked salmon Mornay.” Miss Parker informed Amanda with a smile. “One of Mary’s specialties. Well it would be as it’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac.”

Amanda sat in silence eating the delicious starter trying to broach the subject of earlier. “Is there something troubling you, Honey?” Miss Parker asked between spoonfuls.

Amanda, grateful that her Mommy had broached the subject, well not exactly the subject but at least allowed Amanda to speak her mind almost whispered. “Why did you hypnotize me and make me, you know, w..wet myself, Mommy?”

“Is that what I did, sweetheart?” Miss Parker replied raising an inquisitive eyebrow

“I..I think so, I know I wouldn’t do that unless I had no control.” Amanda explained.

Miss Parker smiled indulgently as she responded. “Well, Honey. If I had indeed hypnotized you there would have had to be some sort of trigger, don’t you think?”

Amanda bit her lip as she replayed the scene from her perspective and blurted. “You touched my ear, that was the trigger wasn’t it? I thought it would have to be a phrase I never thought it could be an action like that.”

Miss Parker’s smile displayed her appreciation for her trainee’s perception as she reached across the table and gentle stroked Amanda’s ear lobe. Amanda tightened every muscle in her body as she waited to feel the growing pressure in her bladder, but nothing happened.

“See.” Miss Parker said with an almost mocking smile. “It was a one time only trigger, erased as soon as you wet yourself.”

Amanda blushed at Miss Parker’s words but was thankful she didn’t feel the urge to relieve herself again.

“So are you ready to go spend some of your money tomorrow?” Miss Parker asked changing the subject as much as to say ‘And that is the last time we will mention it.’

Amanda smiled as she thought of going out clothes shopping with a thousand pounds in her purse, she truly could not think of anything she would rather do and said as much.

“Are you sure about that?” Miss Parker said with a smile in her voice and Amanda suddenly thought of something she would enjoy even more.

The rest of the meal, culminating in strawberries marinated in champagne and covered in thick cream that Miss Parker fed to a delighted Amanda with her fingers, letting the girl lick the juice and cream from her cherry red nails, was severed silently by Mary and consumed with a minimum of small talk between Amanda and her lover, both of them thinking about postprandial activities.

Amanda merely sipped at her champagne and the chilled white wine that Mary served during the meal, but all the same, her head spun a little as she had never really drunk alcoholic drinks before. She decided however that she quite liked the slight feeling of light-headed-ness that it invoked, similar she thought to how she felt just before her Mommy put her under her spell.

Miss Parker nodded to Mary who came back carrying another silver salver that held a large brandy snifter that she placed in front of Miss Parker. The warm glass sent the strong aroma drifting as Miss Parker held the glass in the palm of her hand swilling the amber fluid around before lifting it to her nose and inhaling deeply. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she said, “The anticipation is sometimes as intoxicating as the event.”

Miss Parker raised the glass to her glossy lips and took a large mouthful of the spirit and leant across the table, lips pouted in readiness for a kiss. Even if she had wanted to, Amanda knew she wouldn’t have been able to resist and lent forward to meet her lover. As their lips met Miss Parker pushed her tongue hungrily past the young girls lips, the fiery spirit warming Amanda’s mouth.

As quickly as she had begun Miss Parker sat back and said. “Go, with Mary, I’ll just finish my night cap and be up soon.”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Mary was standing behind Amanda, hands on the back of her chair. “Please follow me, miss.” She said as Mary, a little reluctantly stood and followed the maid back in to the house. She stopped by the doorway and looked back at her beautiful Mommy as she took another sip of her brandy.

“If you please, miss.” Mary said as she looked back over her shoulder at the dithering girl. “My Mistress has tasked me with preparing you for bed.”

Amanda wondered what she meant by that, but followed as obediently as if she herself were the maid.

By the time they reached the staircase Amanda was a few steps behind Mary and she watched enthralled as the maid’s hips swung, her bare arse just crying out to be touched, but Amanda wasn’t sure how far her latitude with the sexy servant went and so she simply followed.

“Please remove your clothes, miss.” Mary instructed as they entered Amanda’s room.

Without complaint Amanda slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor where it was picked up by the hovering maid. Although Mary hadn’t stipulated it Amanda removed her panties and stockings, trying to remain blasé about her nudity.

“If you will sit by the dressing table, miss, I will help you to remove your makeup.” Mary said as she held the back of the chair she wanted Amanda to sit on.

Amanda sat and looked at her reflection in the mirror, once more amazed at the transformation Mary had wrought. “I did look beautiful, didn’t I, Mary?” Amanda said wistfully.

“Yes, Miss.” Mary replied sounding genuine before adding, “but now your Mommy wants her baby girl back.”

Amanda wasn’t sure whether it was the words or the way that Mary said them that sent a shiver down her naked spine.

Taking a pot of cold cream Mary started to remove the cosmetics from Amanda’s fresh young face, dissolving the illusion of sophistication she herself had created, leaving behind a pure innocent schoolgirl once more.

With her faced newly cleansed Amanda watched as Mary removed the pin from her hair and placed it on the dresser before picking up a brush and running the soft bristles through Amanda’s hair. Memories of what happened after her Mommy had done the same brought a cute blush to Amanda’s cheeks.

Amanda remained motionless as Mary tied her hair into two bunches with a pair of pink silk ribbons and the beautiful young woman of earlier was gone completely.

“Thank you, Mary.” Miss Parker said from the doorway making Amanda start, her bunches swinging as she turned to gaze on her beautiful Mommy and once more felt herself shrink in her presence.

With a small curtsy towards her Mistress, Mary excused herself and left the room, the click of her heels echoing down the passage.

With swaying hips, Miss Parker walked into the room and stood behind her beautiful baby girl, her eyes holding Amanda’s captive in the mirror as she stroked the young girls neck. “Have you seen how Mary has made your bed, sweetheart?” Miss Parker asked mischievously.

“No, Mommy.” Amanda replied and looked at the reflection, it just looked like a normal bed with a flower print duvet.

Miss Parker leant forward and planted a soft kiss on the crown of Amanda’s head before saying. “Come and have a look, its specially made for Mommy’s little girl.”

With her hands on Amanda’s upper arms Miss Parker lifted Amanda off the chair and guided her across to the bed, she drew back the quilt to reveal a translucent white rubber sheet. Although she couldn’t see Amanda’s face Miss Parker sensed the realization spread over Amanda’s sweet features. “Just in case of accidents.” She said, turning the knife enough to water Amanda’s eyes and make her bottom lip tremble.

“I won’t, Mommy.” Amanda said before the tears could fully form, adding wistfully. “I thought I’d be sharing your bed, Mommy.”

Miss Parker gently squeezed Amanda’s arm and held her against her breast, her mouth close to the young girls ear and whispered. “It’s not unheard of for a little girl to sneak into her Mommy’s bed in the middle of the night, especially if she’s wet her bed.”

Turning Amanda to face her, Miss Parker put her hand under the girls dropped chin and lifted it, her thumb resting on the girls pouting bottom lip. As their eyes met, a small tear escaped Amanda’s left eye and slipped its way down her blushing cheek.

“There are many ways a little girl can wet her bed, sweetheart.” Miss Parker said as she moved Amanda to the edge of the bed and gently lowered her until Amanda’s bottom came in to contact with the warm rubber sheet. The material stuck to her naked flesh in a way that Amanda didn’t particularly enjoy, and the thought of lying on it all night sent a chill down her spine.

Miss Parker walked around the other side of the bed and laid herself down, her back against the pillows, her long silk dress insulating her from the clammy touch of the sheet. “Lie back, my darling.” Miss Parker said, and reluctantly Amanda allowed more of her skin to contact the sheet, relieved when her back came in to contact with her Mommy’s silk covered lap.

“There, not so bad is it.” Miss Parker said as she brushed a stray hair from Amanda’s brow.

As Amanda looked up past the overhanging bosom of her Mommy’s beautiful breasts and gazed into her loving eyes, just as her Mommy directed her to do, Amanda knew she was the luckiest baby girl in the whole world. She was so contented that she never heard Mary return, nor walk across the room to kneel at Amanda’s feet, placing a silver tray beside her.

“Mommy wants her baby to be nice and smooth for her Mommy.” Miss Parker said as Mary took the cue and gently spread Amanda’s legs apart. This almost broke the spell and Amanda tried to lift her head to see what was happening, but Miss Parker’s hand still rested on her brow pinning her head against her Mommy’s lap.

“Just relax, baby girl.” Miss Parker said and Amanda’s body sagged back with a contented sigh.

The inch wide hair trimmer hummed softly as Mary slid the switch forward, the small line of blades flicking back and forth, Amanda didn’t even hear it, right then her Mommy was talking and for Amanda that was her universe.

With gentle strokes Mary ploughed a furrow through Amanda’s soft red pubes and still Amanda was oblivious, at least until Mary pressed a beautifully manicured finger along the length of her pussy lips, pressing it away from the voracious blades, but even that only registered fleetingly.

Amanda felt a warm glow suffuse her whole body and for a moment she knew what was happening. “You don’t have to hypnotize me, Mommy.” She sighed dreamily bringing a smile to Miss Parker’s lips.

“I know, honey.” Miss Parker confirmed. “But I want to.” She finished, and Amanda, even had she so wished, would have been incapable of denying her beautiful Mommy anything she wanted, and her eyes flickered and closed, the image of her Mommy’s sparkling eyes and glowing red lips carrying her into the warm oblivion of Miss Parker’s desire.

With the young girl unconscious Mary continued her ministrations, scraping away the remaining stubble with a viciously sharp cutthroat razor, before applying some moisturizing cream to the newly bare flesh and bringing a sigh from Amanda’s dream as she worked it into the reddened flesh.

With the pussy barbering complete Miss Parker complimented Mary on her efforts and left the maid to dress the compliant young woman for bed.

Amanda awoke slowly, the small nightlight on her dressing table giving off just enough light for her to gradually remember where she was. The duvet that covered her felt damp and her bare legs stuck uncomfortably to the rubber sheet. As tears filled her eyes she gingerly felt her pussy to see if it too was wet. She couldn’t understand what felt so strange at first until her Mommy’s words came back to her. “Smooth as a Mommy’s baby should be.”

She still wasn’t sure if she had wet her bed or not, but no matter, she knew what she must do and climbed out of her bed. As she walked towards the door she caught sight of herself dressed in a very short pink chiffon baby doll nightie with satin trim that didn’t quite cover her freshly shaved pussy. Amanda quite liked what she saw and quickly left her room.

The corridor was dark and quiet and she nearly turned back, but then she saw the thin glimmer of light from under the door to Miss Parker’s room. Gently Amanda knocked on the door, so as not to wake her Mommy if she happened to be a sleep. Something about standing outside her Mommy’s room stirred a memory, as if she were in a school and her Mommy was a teacher. But Amanda thought to herself, ‘that can’t be real, I don’t go to school I stay at home with my beautiful Mommy.’

But the image seemed so real Amanda began to feel a little disorientated, but the feeling flitted away, like a butterfly as she heard her Mommy say. “Come in, honey.”

The door opened with a soft creak and at first Amanda was blinded by the bright light in the all white room, in the center of which her Mommy lay propped up on pillows, a book in her hand. Her full length satin night dress was slit to halfway up her firm thighs and the thin spaghetti straps strained as they tried to contain Miss Parker’s firm breasts.

“I think I’ve w..wet my bed, Mommy.” Amanda said as she hung her head in shame, her fingers toying with the far too short hem of her nightie.

Putting her book to one side Miss Parker asked. “Aren’t you sure, sweetheart?”

Without looking up Amanda swallowed and explained in a thin whisper. “M.. My b.. bed was damp, Mommy, but my p.. pussy was dry.”

Miss Parker smiled to herself and said as she patted the expanse of silk sheet beside her. “Come in to Mommy’s bed, honey, and lets see if we can’t reverse that.”

Still embarrassed, Amanda took small steps as she approached her Mommy’s large bed, feeling smaller with each step. “Are you hungry, princess?” Miss Parker asked as Amanda let her hand rest on the smooth bedding.

Suddenly Amanda realized that she was and nodded. Her eyes followed her Mommy’s hand as she lifted it to the left strap of her nightgown. As Amanda climbed on to the huge bed Miss Parker let the strap fall down her arm, her left breast suddenly bare, the nipple dark and crinkled.

Amanda lay across her Mommy’s lap, Miss Parker cradling the young girls head in her hand as she guided her baby girls hungry mouth to her bosom.

As Amanda’s lips closed around the hard nub, a hammer was cocked; and as her teeth scrapped the eager flesh the trigger was pulled. Amanda imagined warm creamy liquid fill her mouth. She swallowed hungrily feeling the milky warmth suffuse her body as her Mommy cooed in her ear about how much she loved her little baby girl. And to prove it, her Mommy’s fingers played with her baby girl’s smooth pussy, feeling the juices flow just as Amanda imagined her Mommy’s milk did.

Reluctantly, Amanda allowed her Mommy to remove her mouth from the gorgeous breast. “Don’t drink it all at once baby, you know how sleepy it makes you.” Miss Parker said as she guided the still eager mouth down across her silk covered body.

Eagerly, Amanda turned over as her Mommy pulled her nightgown up exposing her own silky smooth pussy. “That’s my good baby girl.” Miss Parker purred as Amanda’s now experienced tongue started to work its magic. Amanda squirmed around so that she was between her Mommy’s legs, her eyes able to gaze on her Mommy’s beautiful ecstasy filled face.

As real fluid now filled her mouth, as satisfying to the bewitched girls mind as the imaginary milk, and accompanied by the shrieks of pleasure ensuing from her Mommy’s bright red lips, Amanda knew she had never been happier.

As the final shudders racked Miss Parker’s body, her fingers entwined in Amanda’s cum and sweat soaked hair, Miss Parker also knew that she was, for now at least, content. “Time for little baby girls to go to sleep now.” She said and once more offered her breast to her young lover.

As Amanda imagined her hunger being satiated and drifted into a deep untroubled sleep, Miss Parker said “Night, night, my beautiful baby girl. Tomorrow we will go shopping and perhaps I’ll introduce you to one of my special friends.”

 

Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers – Chapter 8

Light flooded the bedroom as Mary pulled back the curtains. The brightness brought Amanda back from the land of her Mommy’s dreams and she whimpered and rolled over, burying her head in the pillow that smelt of her Mommy, it was she thought a lovely way to start the day.

“Come along, miss.” Mary said as she pulled back the duvet, admiring Amanda’s bare backside which, even if her little baby doll nightdress had not risen up, the shoulder strap slipping halfway down her upper arm, would have been on display.

“Don’t want to get up.” Amanda’s muffled words came from the pillow as she drew her legs up, curling into a ball.

Mary stood and looked down at the young girl’s feet, the toes that she so wanted to put in her mouth and suck, curling and the soles wrinkling, just asking to be kissed and tickled. Somehow Mary resisted the temptation and gently shook Amanda’s shoulder. “Come along, miss. Your Mommy is waiting to have breakfast with you and then you are going shopping.”

A little of the tension eased from Amanda’s curled up body at Mary’s words, but still she remained with her head buried in the pillow, drawing in drafts of her Mommy’s scent.

“Your Mommy says that if you are a good little girl, you can wear the new dress your Mommy bought for you as a surprise.” Mary enticed and smiled to herself as the ball of beautiful flesh unrolled and lay on her back looking up at Mary, the thin nightdress unable to contain her nubile breasts and recently shaved pussy.

With a look of eager wonder Amanda asked. “Is it a pretty dress?”

“Oh very pretty.” Mary assured her. “But first I’ve run you a bath, then I’ll do your hair and then.”

“I can wear my new pretty dress!” Amanda all but squealed as she sat up and took a hold of the hand Mary proffered.

“That’s right, miss. You can wear your pretty new dress, now come along.”

Amanda skipped along, still holding Mary’s hand as they left her Mommy’s bedroom and headed for the bathroom.

Standing beside the bath into which Mary had drawn no more than six inches of water, Mary took hold of the hem of Amanda’s nightdress as Amanda lifted her arms, allowing the maid to remove the flimsy garment. Mary then knelt beside the bath and tested the temperature of the water with her elbow and, satisfied that it wasn’t too hot she held Amanda’s hand as the young woman climbed in and settled herself.

With one hand cradling Amanda’s head, Mary took a sponge and started to wash her young charge, paying particular and lengthy attention to her breasts, pussy and especially her feet.

With Amanda’s skin glistening clean, Mary moved her hand down between the girl’s shoulder blades and took the shower head in her other hand. Obligingly, Amanda tipped her head back while Mary wet, shampooed and rinsed her red hair.

“There, all done, miss.” Mary said as she helped Amanda stand and climb out of the bath, then with meticulous care she dried the young girl before towel drying her water darkened locks.

“Can I see my new dress now, Mary?” Amanda asked excitedly as they entered her own bedroom.

“Not yet, miss. Your Mommy wants me to do your hair first, you like that don’t you miss.” Mary replied as she guided Amanda to the seat in front of the dressing table.

As she sat in the chair with her maid brushing out her hair, an image came to her clouded mind and she asked. “Are you going to make me look pretty again, Mary?”

“Your Mommy doesn’t want you playing with makeup today, miss.” Mary explained as she started to wrap Amanda’s naturally curly hair tightly around some foam curlers. “But even without the make up you are going to look very pretty, miss.

“Oh and by the way, miss.” Mary added. “Your Mommy wants you to call me Nanny Mary, or just Nanny from now on.”

It was a risk, Mary knew, for her mistress had not said anything of the kind, but Mary liked the idea and hoped her mistress wouldn’t mind, or even be pleased and then she’d.. Images of Mary’s mistress’s feet with their beautifully cured toes and golden sandals filled Mary’s mind sending a shudder of desire down her spine.

This seemed to appease Amanda who simply said “Yes, Nanny.” And sat still, allowing Mary to finish wrapping the curlers before blow-drying them and finally removing the rollers leaving Amanda’s normally longish hair in tight ringlets that just about brushed her naked shoulders. With the addition of a couple of slides with little pink butterflies Mary was content that she had so far fulfilled her mistress’s orders.

“Can I see my new dress now, Nanny?” Amanda whined when Mary told her that her hair was finished, and Mary really did like this lovely young woman calling her Nanny, almost as sexy she thought as her calling her mistress, Mommy.

“What’s the magic word, miss?” Mary asked, as sternly as she imagined a proper nanny would do.

Amanda pouted but her wish to see her new dress was greater than her obstinacy and she relented. “Please, Nanny.”

“That’s better.” Mary said as she went to the wardrobe. “Now stand up and close your eyes, miss.”

Eagerly, Amanda stood and Mary allowed herself a couple of seconds admiring the sweet vision, before taking out a pink and white gingham checked cotton dress that Miss Parker had ordered as soon as Amanda’s parents had given their consent to Amanda attending ‘summer school’.

“Okay, miss, you can open your eyes now.” Mary said as she held the dress up for Amanda’s inspection, her fingers stroking the silky lining. Mary knew that this was an expensive dress just by the quality of the lining and general finishing and smiled at the look of pleasure on Amanda’s innocent face, not because of its price, but simply for what she knew she would look like wearing it.

Mary pulled down the concealed back zip and helped Amanda to step into it before pulling it up and fastening it. The dress was an absolute match for the way Mary had dressed the young woman’s hair with its white lace trim around the round neck, half length puff sleeves and hem. The neckline displayed Amanda’s young breasts deliciously and the tight bodice accentuated her flat stomach before it flared out into a short skirt that finished about four inches above her knees.

Amanda squealed with delight when Mary finished zipping it up and let her look at herself in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. “Can I go and show Mommy, please, Nanny?”

“Better put your shoes and socks on first.” Mary said smiling at the young woman’s enthusiasm, and was rewarded by a little giggle from the redhead.

Mary opened the wardrobe once more and removed a pair of black patent ‘T-bar’ shoes and a pair of white, lace trimmed ankle socks that her mistress had purchased with the dress. “Sit on the bed, miss.” Mary instructed and watched as the young girl lowly lowered herself, making sure she didn’t crease the skirt of her new dress.

Kneeling and lifting Amanda’s right foot, Mary ‘accidentally’ let the tip of her finger brush the arch of Amanda’s sole making Amanda snatch it back with a half suppressed giggle, a sound Mary found quite enchanting. “Nanny! Don’t do that!” Amanda protested, even as she let Mary take hold of her ankle once more, holding it more securely this time.

“Don’t do what, miss?” Mary asked innocently before once more tickling the girl’s foot and saying “You mean this, miss.”

Amanda squirmed with glee as Mary tickled her mercilessly and could quite happily have spent the rest of the day doing the same, feeling the young woman wriggle and laugh whilst Mary touched her beautiful, sexy feet and looked up the hem of her short skirt, but she had to stop when her mistress called from downstairs. “Your breakfasts going cold, sweetheart, and I don’t want to be late setting off shopping.”

“Oops.” Mary said with a broad grin as she stopped her sweet torture and breathlessly, Amanda almost collapsed. With swift efficiency, Mary finished putting Amanda’s feet into the socks and shoes, fastening the little brass buckles of her shoes and with a smile announced that Amanda really was as pretty as a picture.

As Mary stood she was suddenly embraced tightly, Amanda’s head pressing against the maids satin covered bosom. “Thank you, Nanny.” Amanda said genuinely and Mary, with her cheeks reddening at the show of affection, dipped her head and kissed the crown of the younger woman’s head and said. “You’re most welcome, miss. Now you had better run down for your breakfast.

Almost out of the door, Amanda suddenly stopped and exclaimed. “Nanny! You forgot my panties!”

With a grin Mary assured her, “I have done no such thing, miss. I have dressed you exactly as your Mommy told me to.”

It took a couple of seconds for the impact of Mary’s words to sink into Amanda’s consciousness, but when it did she gave a delightful gasp that raised goose bumps on Mary’s arms, then Amanda bounded out of her room and down the stairs two at a time. With a smile touching her berry red lips Mary followed a little more decorously.

As Amanda entered the light room kitchen her Mommy was standing in front of the Aga stirring the contents of a large saucepan. Amanda glanced at the table and saw two places set next to each other, one with a clean bowl, plate and cutlery the other used, with toast crumbs on the plate. She was about to sit but wanted her Mommy to see her new dress first and so half coughed and said “Hello Mommy.”

The cough was quite unnecessary for Amanda had made so much noise coming down the stairs that her Mommy would have had to have been deaf not to notice. Although no longer resembling a Greek goddess, Miss Parker was still heavenly, dressed in her more accustomed cotton button through summer dress, with poppy’s on a pale yellow background.

She turned and the sun came out for Amanda as her Mommy’s smile told her everything she needed to know about how she looked. “Oh, poppet.” Miss Parker cooed, you look scummy enough to eat.”

Amanda struck a pose, bending her left knee, her foot on tip toe as she held the flared skirt out and swiveled from side to side. “Thank you, Mommy. The dress is beautiful.” Amanda said.

“And so are you, honey.” Miss Parker said and added as she took the pan from the stove. “Now jump up to the table and have a nice bowl of porridge.”

Miss Parker put the bowl down and said as she poured on some ice-cold milk, just let it cool a little, we don’t want you burning your pretty lips.

“Pass me that, Mary” Miss Parker addressed the newly arrived maid who picked up a cloth from the work surface and handed it to her mistress. Before Amanda realized what she was doing Miss Parker had lain the toweling bib across Amanda’s breasts and was tying the strings behind her neck.

“Mommy! I’m not a baby!” Amanda blurted out. But Miss Parker was having none of it.

“You don’t want to spill sticky porridge on your nice new dress, do you, honey.” Miss Parker said as she sat down beside a slightly truculent Amanda. She pulled the bowl from in front of Amanda and stirred in the milk with a spoon. She then lifted the spoon to her mouth and tasted the thick creamy cereal, testing its temperature.

“Mmm.” She sighed licking her lips before holding out the spoon towards Amanda saying, “Blow for Mommy.”

Amanda tried to remain sullen but it was beyond her and in spite of herself giggled before pursing her lips extravagantly and blowing across the rapidly cooling gruel.

“Good girl.” Miss Parker encouraged. “Now open wide for Mommy.”

Preceded by yet another girly giggle Amanda opened her mouth as wide as it would go and let her Mommy put the spoon inside, whereupon Amanda closed her lips as her Mommy withdrew the spoon, scraping a stray spot from her lips before repeating the process.

By the time half of the porridge had been consumed Miss Parker asked. “Would you like some juice, sweetie?”

As Amanda answered in the affirmative Miss Parker nodded to Mary who opened the fridge and removed a plastic cup complete with a lid that had a raised portion pierced with three holes.

As Mary placed the baby’s cup on the table Amanda was about to object once more but stopped as she saw the warning look on her Mommy’s face, a look that turned to sweetness as Amanda compliantly lifted the cup to her lips and sucked the juice through the holes.

A “Good girl.” And a smile was her reward before her Mommy started feeding her again.

When Miss Parker had scraped the last of the porridge from the bowl and fed it to her beautiful baby girl she asked. “Right then, are you ready to come shopping with me, sweetie?”

Before answering Amanda glanced at Mary and asked. “Is Nanny coming with us?”

Miss Parker raised an eyebrow at Mary whose cheeks turned a vivid pink as she shuffled her feet where she stood, tensing as if expecting a verbal blow. No such attack happened, instead she was treated to a warm smile of appreciation from her mistress before she replied. “No, sweetie, Nanny wont be coming this time, there really isn’t enough room in the car, but we could buy her something as a treat, a reward for making you look so pretty this morning.

Miss Parker appeared to think about this for a couple of seconds before continuing, ” We could buy her something more Nanny-ish to wear. What do you think, honey? What about a nice nurses uniform for when she’s looking after you?”

Again Mary blushed as both Amanda and Miss Parker looked at her closely. Amanda imagined the tall blonde in a crisp navy blue dress with a broad white elasticated belt and a little watch hanging from her pocket just like on the TV. This was not the vision that Miss Parker had, but Amanda was happy enough with hers and said so.

“Then it’s a nurses uniform for Mary.” Miss Parker confirmed making Mary’s cheeks blush even more.

“Would Nanny please clear away the breakfast things while I go and get the car.” Miss Parker said, barely able to contain her mirth.

“Yes, Mistress.” Mary replied with a half curtsy as she moved to the table and started to load the dishwasher.

Amanda jumped down from table as she heard the car horn blare outside and headed for the door but stopped as Mary asked. “Haven’t you forgotten something, miss.”

Amanda turned and stood on tiptoe as she kissed Mary on the cheek and said. “Goodbye, Nanny.”

Mary smiled and said “That was very nice, sweetheart.” And she realized she meant it, but added “But I meant you were still wearing your bib.”

“Oh!” Amanda laughed as Mary undid the bow and threw the bib into the washing basket that she would attend to as soon as her mistress had left.

As Amanda closed the door behind her, Miss Parker revved the Mercedes engine enthusiastically and Amanda climbed in the passenger side.

“Don’t sit on your skirt, honey. You’ll get it all creased.” Miss Parker told Amanda who apologized and wiggled around until her bare backside was sitting on the cool leather trim.

“That’s better.” Miss Parker said as Amanda straightened the front of her skirt and the car set off at speed. When they came to a T-junction where left was to the town where their school was located Miss Parker indicated to turn right.

“Aren’t we going in to town?” Amanda asked a little surprised.

“No Honey.” Miss Parker said. “I know a lovely little market town about 50 miles away, lots of quaint shops and a couple of really chic boutiques.” What Miss Parker didn’t say was that as she was so well known in their local town, there was no way she could be seen during the holidays with one of her pupils, especially one dressed in the way that Amanda was.

Amanda jumped a little as she felt her Mommy’s hand on her thigh, but it was a passing reaction and soon she was squirming against the leather seat as her Mommy’s hand slid beneath her skirt to stroke her baby smooth pussy. Amanda put her hand on top of her skirt pushing her Mommy’s hand against her, wanting her to slip her long slender fingers inside her, but her Mommy was teasing her, hinting at pleasures to come and all too soon needed to put both hands on the wheel, leaving Amanda excited and frustrated, especially when her Mommy said. “Don’t do that, sweetie. It’s not polite.” When Amanda started to press hard against her aching pussy.

Within the hour Miss Parker was swinging the car into a space near the center of the quiet town. “Come along, honey. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Hand in hand they walked down a deserted side street until Miss Parker stopped outside a second hand bookshop. She peered through the window and was pleased to see that no one was currently browsing the disorganized shelves and as usual, Marguerite, the shops owner and former school friend of Miss Parker was sat behind the counter, either asleep or engrossed in some tacky bodice ripper novel.

Moving out of sight, Miss Parker whispered in Amanda’s ear and Amanda giggled and nodded her agreement to her Mommy’s plan.

With Miss Parker remaining out of sight, Amanda breezed up to the shop door and went in, removed the bunch of keys that Marguerite had, as usual, left in the lock and approached the counter, the woman behind showing no sign that she was aware of anyone else in the whole world let alone the shop. “Excuse me, Miss.” Amanda said politely making the older woman jump.

“I’m sorry I was miles away.” Marguerite said before looking up from her book and stopping mid apology as she saw the beautiful girl before her holding out her own keys.

“You left these in the door, Miss.” Amanda explained as she put them on the counter. “My Mommy says you are always doing that.” She added with a cheeky grin.

“Ah, your Mommy.” Marguerite mused, now aware of the provenance of her mystery guest.

“Do you know my Mommy?” Amanda asked inquisitively.

The broad smile would probably have been sufficient answer but Marguerite said as well. “Oh yes I know your Mommy very well indeed.”

Amanda’s grin matched Marguerite’s for warmth and desire, for, like her Mommy, time had been kind to Marguerite. “My Mommy said you would give me a lollipop if you couldn’t guess what color my panties are.” Amanda said, repeating her Mommy’s words exactly and trying not to smile at the trick they were playing on her Mommy’s friend.

“Did she now.” Marguerite said, rising to the challenge. “And did she say how many guesses I could have, I don’t give out lollipops, even to pretty little girls for nothing.”

Again Amanda giggled and said. “Mommy said you could have three guesses, Miss.”

“Three, well that might make it worth a lollipop, and please call me Aunt Maggie, I’ve known your Mommy for so long we are like sisters anyway, and what do I call you?”

“I’m called Amanda, Aunt Maggie.” Amanda informed her with a small curtsy.

“A Pretty name for a pretty little girl.” Marguerite said as she reached down beneath the counter and extracted a candy lollipop from the half filled box she always kept there, for, despite what she had told Amanda, Marguerite was quite generous with her lollipops.

Amanda eyed the sweet hungrily as Marguerite held it up temptingly.

“I have to warn you, Amanda, I am very good at guessing the color of little girls panties.” Marguerite said as she looked closely at the delicious treat her friend had provided. “We’ll.” She thought out loud. “You’re wearing a very pretty pink and white dress, and I know what a stickler your Mommy is for having everything matching so I think they are probably..” Marguerite left a suspenseful pause, delighted at how eager Amanda appeared to be. “White!” she guessed dramatically.

Amanda giggled, and emphatically said “No!” And Marguerite found it very difficult not to jump over the counter and devour the perfect little morsel there and then but she took a deep breath, pretending to be considering her next guess.

“Well then, if they aren’t white, then they must be pink.” Marguerite stated, sounding sure of herself, as if ready to withdraw the prize.

Once more a giggle and a no, this time with an emphatic shake of her head, sending her ringlets flying, was the answer that appeared to flummox Marguerite.

“Last guess, Aunt Maggie!” Amanda squealed delightedly.

“Not white and not pink, well this is a tricky one for sure.” Marguerite admitted as she slowly unwrapped the candy, revealing a white ball with a red spiral running around it, and in the process making Amanda’s mouth water as much as her pussy.

“Well my lucky color is purple, but I can’t see your Mommy letting you wear purple panties with a pink dress.” Marguerite drew out the suspense before suddenly saying. “Third and final guess, yellow.”

This time Amanda really did squeal with delight, almost jumping up and down with excitement. “Wrong again, Aunt Maggie. I get the lollipop!”

Amanda reached out but her prize was pulled back. “How do I know I haven’t guessed right, hm? I mean you area very pretty little girl and I’m sure your Mommy wouldn’t let you tell fibs, especially to your Aunt Maggie, but you might be playing a trick on me.

“I’m not, Aunt Maggie, I promise.” Amanda whined.

“I tell you what.” Marguerite said slyly, “Why don’t you come in to the back room and show me, that way I’ll know I didn’t guess right.”

Amanda seemed a little concerned until Marguerite held the lollipop in front of her sweet face, turning the stick slowly between her finger and thumb, the red spiral holding Amanda’s attention.

“That’s right, sweetie, just look at the pretty lollipop and come with Aunty Maggie.” Marguerite said as she started to back out of the shops public area followed like the pied piper by Amanda.

Marguerite glanced up as the door opened, and, as she had expected, Miss Parker entered with a wave and a smile. The smile was returned but not the wave for Marguerite’s hand was busy twirling the entrancing candy ball.

“Good little girl.” Marguerite whispered as Amanda followed her into a small room with a table, chairs and a sofa that Marguerite used for a rest room. “Now show Aunty Maggie what colour your panties are, sweetheart.”

With a dazed look on her face that Marguerite enjoyed almost as much as she did the taste of a younger woman’s cum, or the feel of an expertly trained tongue on her pussy, Amanda lifted her short skirt and the musky scent that had accompanied her into the shop was doubled.

Even though Marguerite had been expecting the girl to be sans panties, the actuality of it brought a gasp from the older woman followed by an “Oh my, what a gorgeous pussy, all warm and glistening.”

Lowering the lollipop Marguerite guided Amanda to one of the chairs and held out the sweet for Amanda to take, breaking the spell she had cast, bringing back Miss Parker’s creation.

With a giggle Amanda took the lollipop and before putting it into her mouth she laughed. “We tricked you didn’t we, Aunty Maggie.”

“You certainly did.” Marguerite’s voice said from between the girls fresh young thighs just before her tongue tasted her own sweet confection.

From the doorway, Miss Parker watched as Amanda sucked on the lollipop as eagerly as she had her breast the previous night while her friend licked and sucked her pussy. Without volition one of Miss Parkers hands went to her breast, the other over her pussy as she watched the flush of passion colour her baby girls cheeks as the air filled with the scent of sex and sugar.

When Amanda came, covering Marguerite’s face with cum, she screamed with delight and release of the frustration her Mommy had been building in the car in preparation.

“I need to pop out for a little while and get that present for your Nanny.” Miss Parker said through gasps, only just managing to stop herself from cumming. “Would you mind looking after Amanda for me, I wont be long and I’m sure when she’s finished her lollipop you can think of something else for her to suck.

“Take as long as you want, honey.” Marguerite said as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Just let me clean up your pretty little girl, we don’t want her ruining her new dress do we.” Marguerite added before returning to the source of the heady aroma and started to lick it clean.

THE END