Abigail Ferguson's nipples were sore this morning. She applied some gel that Carina, her friend and fellow pet, had given her after an unruly and somewhat long session with Mistress and her friend "Mrs. Black."

Since coming to know the behind-the-veil story of the boys' school, Hatley on Kent, the first-year teacher had fully embraced her secret life as the headmistress' sex slave and pet. With all of the other female members of the staff, she had enjoyed the weekly dungeon orgies as well as the private sessions with Mistress. Accepting her life as a pain slut and submissive was the most liberating thing this hot Scot had done. In fact, her rapid indoctrination into the BDSM lifestyle had earned her preferred status among the other pets and slaves. Some jealousies arose among the quartet of younger staff but for the most part they all were happy for her.

She stood before her mirror, having just applied cream to her pink bum. She moaned softly as she slipped on her new blue lingerie, sighing at the burn from her arse cheeks. Mrs. Black, Mistress Marta's best friend and recruiter of new teachers, was especially hard with the cane last night. Despite having cum four times while being whipped, Abigail wished she had gone a little lighter. But that was not for her to say. Despite safe words and limits discussed, Abigail wanted to be used and stressed and disciplined and sent to new levels of pain and pleasure. She lived to serve, something her loving Mistress had helped her to see, and serving as a slut for punishment was now her life.

Now in a thick pair of tailored winter trousers, she pulled her top and jumper on and fixed her fiery red curls. In December she had decided to grow them out, honoring a request from one of the Femdom's. They wanted to have more to grab when she was being fucked from behind with the many sizes of "strappies" they used on her. She was enjoying how her locks were looking, and many of her students stared and even commented on the new style. Boys were always horny, but so was she.

She grabbed her green ruck and headed for first class, her cuffs and nipple clamp safely tucked away in the pack's false bottom. She was to carry them at all times should Mistress have a need herself or desire her to serve another (just last Tuesday she was instructed to eat out the librarian, Mrs. Thorn, while she stamped books behind circulation...at two in the afternoon).

Technically, all six of the current pets and slaves were to serve any of the four Doms, but Abigail and Mistress Marta had a special bond. In fact, Abigail was the first pet ever that the six-foot-tall mistress brought to her rooms for an overnight of sex and proper lovemaking. It was their first anal sex with Mistress' personal dildo. It had been the greatest night of the young Scottish woman's life, especially waking up in Mistress's strong and elegant arms. And she could not tell a soul.

At Hatley, the staff ate in their own semi-private section of the dining hall. Abigail liked to eat with the others in the grand old hall. There were even some male staff she enjoyed talking with; sometimes flirting, though never when Mistress was around. "Penises present problems, Pet." she had said flatly when Abigail asked if she was allowed to date. “However, your choice...” That evening’s session was particularly aggressive, needing a much longer recovery time for the redhead's arse, pussy, and tits.

Heading to breakfast, Abigail was happy it was January. For one, it was end of term, which meant a four-day weekend commenced tomorrow. Second, her birthday was also tomorrow, and last week Mistress promised her "something special." When she playfully begged for a hint, Mistress awarded her with an extra harsh nipple pull on her badge attached to her serving chain.

Arriving at her classroom, Miss Ferguson was happy to see some of the boys already present doing some last-minute cramming. "Morning, gentlemen. Working the last minutes, aye?" Hearty hellos and a few moans followed, which brought a smile to her lips. She began prepping the exam books and looked up to see Ben Baxter standing by; his feet shuffling.

"Ben, how may I help you?"

The tall seventeen-year-old brown-haired young man stammered first then blurted out in his sweet East End slur, "Y' look right nice this morning, Miss." This was followed by a delightfully shy look down and a blush that covered face and neck. Abigail blushed herself, knowing that Ben Baxter was one of those who had an obvious and endearing crush.

"Thank you, Mr. Baxter. That is very sweet. Are you nervous about the exam? You shouldn't be, you are a fine student."

He shrugged; his eyes glued to the V of her jumper. Abigail liked to leave just a hint of cleavage with her round B-cups. She found that when the boys were restless, her attractiveness focused them. It seemed counterintuitive. Not ego, just a fact of hormones.

Abigail lightly laid her hand on his bicep and squeezed. "You will smash it, I am sure. Now have a seat." The young man nearly fainted but followed orders, holding his arm where she had grasped hoping the heat of her hand would linger longer. Abigail felt a little tingle in her pussy. He was quite cute, and fantasies were not against the rules.

One hour later, the exam books were being handed in with the last being from Ben. He did not put it on the stack but handed it directly to his professor. "Erm, enjoy your term break, Miss. And erm, cheers, or..." He scurried out and Abigail giggled. What a sweetheart.

The rest of the day's exams were uneventful and by three she was ready to enjoy the holiday. The hall was full of bustle and animated conversations. Several passing boys yelled, "Good break, Miss!" and she reciprocated. There was even a cheeky, “Oy, have a good weekend Ferg!” from Raj Andar, the cute short, brown skinned boy with gorgeous brown eyes. She shook her head in amused exasperation and turned the corner at the end of the hall. She stopped short in front of Carson, Mistress' assistant. "Mr. Carson!" she gasped in surprise. He curtly handed her a note, smiled wickedly, turned heel and was absorbed by the retreating throng.

My Office. Now, M M

After the first few times of being summoned to the Head's offices, Miss Ferguson had come to be able to decipher severity. Short words like this could only mean one thing: Mistress was not pleased about something.

Red hair tossing as she spun, Abigail headed towards the Head’s office with speed and determination, passing many of the exiting boys. At the large door, she took a deep breath and politely knocked. “Come,” the familiar full alto called from the other side. The door opened itself rather quickly and a flushed and embarrassed Ben Baxter rushed out.

“Oh! 'Scuse me, Miss, sorry, sorry. Didn’t know you were… Sorry.” The boy hurried past a bewildered Abigail.

“Do not mind him, he is simply surprised to see you." Abigail caught Mistress returning something to the side cupboard where she stored some of her toys she liked to use on her pets and slaves. "Shut the door.”

She did then sat straight in the chair opposite the desk. Here, four life-altering months prior, she had taken her first punishment and enjoyed a sexual encounter with this glorious older woman.

“Headmistress, is something amiss with Mr. Baxter?”

Mistress was now sitting at her desk going over some files and did not look up. “Not at all, a simple matter that will play itself out over the weekend," she dismissed in her posh accent. "And it is not why I have called you here.” She set her pen down and steepled her fingers, smiling sternly, an amazingly adept balance she had acquired. “My summons has a, dare I say it, selfish nature inlaid. I desire your special services.”

Abigail’s face showed surprise, and her pussy fluttered. “Yes Mistress, I hope you know that I am always ready for whatever you need. Shall I lock the door?”

“Not yet, we are waiting on a third-party. In the meantime, you would be wise to prepare.” With the practiced moves of a predator, she stood and silently headed towards the door herself.

The pet could have asked who the third-party might be, but she knew better than to question any plans this incredible woman had for her body. She immediately stood and removed her jumper and top. In just her trousers and blue bra, she heard Mistress hum satisfactorily and it made her nipples burn a little bit more. Her arse cheeks were still quite sore, but that was no matter. Mistress needed her. Period.

She removed her bra and laid it down, then retrieving them from her ruck, she placed her nipple clamps on each breast. The teeth brought delightful and familiar discomfort. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the gold badge in the center to dangle and pull, enjoying the slight burn that washed over her entire chest.

Marta Swan growled hungrily, delighting in the beauty of this redheaded creature as she peeled her trousers and revealed her lacy thong. She was so delicious, and the light blue complimented her eyes and skin perfectly. Within moments, Abigail stood in front of the desk arms behind her back, her clamped breasts pushed out, her face focused forward. She knew to leave the wee knickers on as Mistress was fond of removing them, sometimes in a vicious rip.

A knock on the door caused Abigail to feel a flutter of concern. After all, she was standing in just a thong, her chain, and her short heels, another requirement of all of the servants, both pets and slaves.

“Calm yourself, Pet.” Mistress knew her so well. “Come in.”

The door opened and a young female voice let out a gasp of surprise, "Headmistress, you, erm, summoned me?" It appeared to be another member of the staff. A small amount of relief washed over Abigail as she slyly turned her head and glanced backwards. It was Eleanor Beckett, another new teacher who had started right after the holidays, replacing one of the male professors who had taken ill. The young brunette woman, through an arrangement with her university, would be allowed to fill the position and be awarded her degree for her willingness.

Abigail had yet to see her at any of the weekly sessions or even the "All-school Orgies" as the pets came to call them.

“You should not be so surprised, Becket. Prepare yourself next to Ferguson." Eleanor Beckett, or Ellie, to her friends, was hesitant. Mistress was very close and low toned, "Do you not recall our session together?” Ellie did recall this woman's amazing aggression and vigor, and her pussy moistened. She had been part of the D/s lifestyle since she was eighteen at university. One of her professors had indoctrinated her, and she had loved every second of pleasing them and others. Through a network of Doms, she was fast tracked to this very position by Mrs. Black herself. At twenty-two, she was Hatley's youngest teacher ever in its two-hundred-plus-years.

“Prepare yourself properly. I will not ask again.” The order was sharp and direct and had just a hint of disappointment, a tone of voice that Abigail herself found to be quite Pavlovian. She knew her blue knickers were changing color with the amount of moisture she was leaking out of her very needy sex.

Ellie Beckett was like a whirlwind and was soon completely naked, her clothes in a neat pile on her chair. She had ample and lovely breasts, at least CC Abigail assessed with a side glance of envy. She hat a fit body but still had softness in her form. She sported a small brown landing strip above her slightly shiny round vulva.

"Becket, when you are prepared and in the presence of your Mistress, you will address me as such, not 'Headmistress.' You will assume the ready position when instructed and kneel when ordered to do so. Clear?"

Ellie answered in a quiet Manchester dialect, "Yes Ma'r - I mean, yes, Mistress."

Abigail smirked slightly remembering her first time making that mistake. It had involved a paddle and -

THWACK!

The unmistakable sound of wood on flesh filled the venerable office. It was met with a shocked cry of pain. Mistress was behind them with the "Staff Only" paddle. Abigail immediately bent forward, grasped the desk, and spread her legs. She looked to the new girl and raised an eyebrow. Ellie speedily mimicked her.

Mistress laughed heartily and not without a bit of wicked. "Excellent example, Pet. And highly appropriate as that is the essence of why I summoned you both." She reached forward and pulled down the soaking blue thong and Abigail stepped out. Mistress loudly sniffed them and moaned, then gave each girl two smacks, one for each cheek.

"Thank you, Mistress." Abigail said with a bit of a sigh, her sore arse reigniting with the pain/pleasure she craved daily. She could feel the pulses inside her vagina. Ellie followed with her own thank you and sigh that was deeper and a bit more wanting.

"Stand at the ready!" The order was militant and was followed crisply. They did.

Mistress had removed her blazer and was unbuttoning the top of her blouse, her magnificent breasts nearly bursting out of her customary black bra with red trim. Abigail's mouth watered. Pavlovian indeed.

"In due course, Pet," Marta Swan said with a dirty smile while running a finger up and down Abigail’s soaked labia. They both knew that Pet loved to suckle on her Mistress and had spent nearly three quarters of an hour doing so that blissful overnight.

"Becket is an excellent servant and will make a grand pet. However, she is new to Hatley and will need some sorting. I want her trained up properly in the ways of the Hatley community." Her fingers were gently pulling each pussy lip in turn, back and forth. "You are to become her sub instructor. Show her everything you know." Confusion danced through Abigail's eyes even as she hummed in pleasure. Mistress pulled her hand away with a snap of Abigail‘s left pussy lip. The redhead almost climaxed.

"Although I prefer a blank slate like yourself, Becket here has already accepted her fate." To illustrate, Mistress grabbed the short brunette's left nipple and pulled while cupping her vulva. Ellie did not stagger but rather pulled herself up straight, her pink-brown nipple severely stretching out from her large breasts. "Oh my, so wet already; you are an eager one." She abruptly dropped the nipple and ripped her hand away from the young woman's crotch just as she had with the redhead. That elicited a yelp and a quick recovery. Abigail noted the sweat now shimmering on her fellow servant's brow.

Mistress was now directly in front of Abigail, less than six inches away. “Pet, you are to explain and train. You may issue mild discipline, including spanks with hand or crop on any body part, and nipple yanks or mild twistings. Absolutely no penetrations nor oral exchanges. Am I clear, Pet?"

"Yes Mistress! Thank you, Mistress. I am honored."

"As you should be. Now, take her below and use her for an hour. I will be down with other staff to prepare for tonight and I expect her to be ready. She is allowed two releases, as are you. Edge her as long as possible. Mind the time. Are you both understanding my expectations?"

They chorused, "Yes, Mistress!"

"Off you go." The two turned and Abigail led the way to the door for the back hallway. "Oh, one more thing." They both turned and stayed at attention. Mistress took Abigail's hand and placed a new gold badge in her hands. "You may look." The badge was emblazoned with the school crest, yet it read "Head Servant." Abigail was naturally astonished. "Remove your old one." Abigail did so. Mistress replaced it with the new that actually seemed a bit heavier. The familiar tug was welcomed.

"Now," Mistress handed her a new chin. "Place your old one on Becket here." Abigail took a deep breath and made a serious face of determination. She clamped one nipple, then the other garnering little reaction if any. She then attached the badge recognizing the milestone she was passing. The new servant's chain dropped, and her nipples distended. She winced slightly but did not falter.

"Thank you, Mistress!" Abigail said breathily through a smile. "I don't know what to say..." Mistress Marta smiled back and kissed the redhead with a deep wet passionate melter. When she pulled back, she was biting Abigail's lower lip which she let pop off. She then leaned in and whispered too low for the other girl to hear, “Happiest of Birthdays, Luv." Shivers and warmth danced over the redhead's skin as she felt her clamped nipples swell some in pure desire. She loved being special to her mistress.

Marta Swan was now all business. "Becket, you are now a pet. Respond when addressed as such."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You will respond to Ferguson with 'Miss.' It will be an amusing reference to her other life here. Now, go through."

The two nodded and headed down the hall, Abigail leading. She opened the door, and they descended below. At the dungeon door she paused, vividly recalling a similar moment. She turned to Ellie and spoke with directness and some reverence. "In this room, you will encounter many processes that may be new. I will take this training seriously and would like to report back to Mistress successes not failures. Are we clear?"

Ellie Becket smirked a bit. She had a brat streak, and she enjoyed provocation.

"Is something funny, pet?

Ellie dropped her head and mumbled, "No Miss." She then yelped as an unexpected hand slapped her left breast.

"Speak up!?" In her heels, Abigail was a near head taller than the barefooted slut before her and was now staring at the younger woman's breast that was showing a pink flush. Her mouth watered some and she gulped.

"No Miss!"

Abigail took hold of her old badge and pulled her new charge into the dungeon. It was warm and well-lit by the electric fire sconces. It was also relatively empty. The only occupants were Shelly the busty gardener's nineteen-year-old black-haired daughter. She was naked except for her chain and badge and was attached to the St. Andrew's cross facing outwards. She was being slapped with a crop on her upper thighs and pussy by the Vicar from up the road. And from the wetness coating the reddening stripes she was enjoying it immensely. "Mm, twenthy-feee, oof, twenthy-foe.." The older squat woman was wearing just her tall black boots and her black and white collar. A perversion that was a proper turn on for many club members, Abigail included. The Vicar paused in her ministrations eliciting a deep shuddering breath from a ball-gagged Shelly. She nodded and smiled, apparently knowing about the promotion.

Abigail stood near center and pointed. "That door leads to the Doms' preparation room. You are not allowed, only slaves. We have two. The other door is for us, the servants. It has a changing area, shower, and toilets, as well as a cupboard stocked with prep kits and lube of many flavors. You will learn each woman's preference rather quickly. We usually pair off for the evening, yet some do switch during."

Abigail led Ellie to the very same bench on which she had first been trained. Then realizing the new girl probably had been on such a device many times decided on a suspension instead.

“Arms up.” Ellie complied immediately and found two cuffs tightened on her wrist. A hook went through rings in the two and was attached to a rope above her head. Her new miss was now at her feet attaching a spreader bar to ankle cuffs. When Ellie did not react with any type of discomfort, Abigail turned a dial, and the spreader extended another 6 inches. This did create a grown of discomfort, exactly what was deserved in the moment. Ellie was now floating in complete vulnerability.

Abigail ran her fingers up the inside of the young brunette's quivering, stressed thighs, and discovered what Mistress had already played with: a soaking wet, very needy open-petaled gash.

"In this room we do not use collars. Mistress loves necks and does not like to have anything in the way of her fingers and mouth." To illustrate Abigail licked up Ellie's neck from clavicle to chin, ending with a bite of a lower lip. She then kissed the woman with open mouth, their hot wet tongues swirling in a snaking dance. Ellie shivered. She had never had such passionate and affectionate care before. Perhaps she didn't need to be a brat. Abigail pulled off and was inches away, her blue eyes burning into Ellie's soul.

"Surprisingly satisfying." she thought. She then realized that was her first kiss with a woman close to her age.

"Thank you, Miss."

Abigail smiled with a hint of Mistress' wicked flaming up in her eyes. "I am going to use you now. If you falter at all I will have to punish you." She rubbed Ellie's distended and aching clitoris. The reaction was a full body flush of pink. "So you know, if you crave spanking or flogging and have been purposefully cheeky, I will withhold any discipline until you beg for it."

Ellie's clamped nipples seemed to swell and relax with her heartbeat. This redhead was fit and sexy as fuck. She was the first person to discipline her who was close to her own age. Her cunt was thrumming and seemed to seep with the same pulse of her nipples. It was as if her whole body was a pussy.

Abigail picked up a vibrator from a nearby table of tools and placed the humming roundness on Ellie's dripping cunt. The young woman gasped at the familiar buzz and was shocked it was turned up so high. She let go with an unexpected orgasm and Abigail smiled as her body shook in midai. "Oh dear, did we cum without asking?" Her hand was soaking. Abigail felt a new mental corridor open. There were now more rooms available than just her submission and pain salon.

Ellie was gasping in ragged breaths. She had not had a cum in three days per Mistress Swan's instruction. She usually had more control. What was happening to her?

She was hanging with closed eyes suddenly feeling the pain in her arms and shoulders. The orgasm had awakened all of her nerves. She called upon her training and focused through the pain, embracing its power rather than trying to alleviate it. The “culmination” her first mistress had called it.

The hand smack on her left arse cheek snapped her back to battle ready.

"COUNT! You will have ten!"

"One! Thank you Miss!" This was going to be a long and fun night. Ellie was glad she had peed before going to see Mistress or the floor would be soaked at present.

***

An hour later a rather sore and flushed Ellie knelt next to her fellow servants and the two slaves. Her hands were clasped on elbows behind her and her face was focused forward. Miss had been thorough with her, and she had three orgasms, the last unauthorized. Luckily Miss had taken pity as she herself had had a third. It was toward the end when Miss had eaten her pussy from behind while she clasped the bench. It was a lesson in edging she had failed miserably. Abigail had hooked three fingers in Ellie's cunt from behind and had vigorously thrust in and out. It was a favorite of Professor Pike and Abigail knew it was a foolproof orgasm originator.

The door to the Dom's room opened and in walked Mistresses Marta, Pike, Bloom, and Thorn. The Vicar was not present and was not considered officially a Dom as she did not want to undermine her ordained office.

The night proved to be quite a hullabaloo with screams and yelps abounding. The highlight for Abigail was when Mistress had her bent over the barrel on her back and was eating her out while she herself attempted to bring Mrs. Bloom to oral orgasm while upside down!

Two hours had passed, and all of the women were quite spent. As per tradition, Mistress Marta called out, "Last service," and rang a bell. All people present knew that meant five minutes to finish whatever deviance they had engaged.

Abigail was lovingly over Mistress' lap and was being paddled with dramatically orgasmic effect. She was not too far gone to notice that the Vicar had arrived and was sitting in her usual chair with Ellie's head buried in her crotch, The young woman locked in by the larger woman's impressive thighs was slurping and sucking.

Mistress was also looking. "Well done," spank! "Pet," spank! "She has fit in," spank! "Nicely."

As the participants went off to clean up and head upstairs, Mistress held on to Abigail. "Not just yet. Time for your birthday present."

Despite numerous orgasms, repeated arse thrashing, a vigorous, almost chaotic fuck with a strappie, Abigail managed a surge of adrenaline. After the room had emptied, Mistress had her rise.

"Retrieve a blindfold and stand by the center bench."

Abigail obeyed and was soon in a darkened yet alert state, her heart beating rapidly. She stood in preparation, her ears attempting to sus out what was happening. She heard footsteps coming in and Mistress giving a shush. Moments later, the blinded pet felt the air around her change as a person somewhat clumsily laid across the bench. Was Mistress going to let her pet give her some punishment? That would be an outrageous gift!

Mistress answered that to the negative by standing in front of Pet caressing her shoulders and sore breasts. There was a soft and sexy kiss exchanged between them followed by sultry whispers.

"You have served me so well, Luv. Tonight, you will be rewarded with something I know you have been craving."

Abigail allowed Mistress to guide her to a step stool. She climbed up and was instructed to straddle. Soon sitting on another woman's abdomen, the body under her shivered at the contact of the redhead's sore yet still soaked pussy.

"Lift and move back slightly."

As Abigail complied, she felt the unmistakable head of a very hot and wet cock! A man's real penis!

"Mistress?!" she gasped. "What is - ?" She could not finish as Mistress pushed her lower back and she sank base deep on a large and thick, fully aroused man.

The owner gasped softly, attempting to follow their own list of rules and not speak. Nearly impossible, as this hot cavern of womanly flesh felt absolutely brilliant on his cock.

Abigail moaned and let out a long gurgle. She could not help but look blindly upwards, her mouth agape in wonder. Her cunt grinded and rippled as she nearly came on her first real cock in over a year. "Mistress, it's so, so, big!"

"Happy Birthday, Pet. You are my favorite slut. You have craved man cock, I know." The cock began to grind up into its she-sheath. "Hold still, boy!" The bark was followed by a smack that Abigail surmised from the whoosh had landed on his chest. This time he did vocalize a small yelp. "You may enjoy him for as long as you can stay alert. I will leave you alone yet stay and monitor his behavior. Now, you may fuck her, boy."

Strong young hands grabbed on to Abigail's waist and lifted her. She barely had time to register "boy" before the two found a steady bounce and grind. It was ecstasy yet she felt guilty for feeling it. But it was Mistress' gift so she might as well -

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming, Mistress! Oh! so good!" her muscles writhed and pulsed, and her fuck toy moaned in manly joy. Abigail loved the release yet wanted to have him last as long as possible. She willed herself to recover quickly, a skill Mistress had insisted she learn. Leaning forward, she spread her hands on a rather fit and heavily breathing chest.

"Ohh...mmmmay, may I change...Oh my...position?"

Mistress laughed, "Of course, Pet. But first. My next gift for you." She reached up and removed the blindfold. As Abigail's eyes adjusted, she fuzzily viewed Mistress doing the same to the man. Or rather, young man.

"Baxter?!"

"Holy Fuck! Miss Ferguson?"

"Happy Birthday, Pet." Mistress punctuated the wish with a hard slap on Abigail's bum.

TBC???

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