Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep18

What a weekend! Jenny had become a perfect little submissive! Seeing her glow brighter and brighter as she came to grips with who she really is was very rewarding. Many people have been asking, dying to know what happened after that first glorious weekend. Well, the best way to tell you about the next stage of her journey is to let my young babysitter slave tell you about it herself. So if you want to know about Jenny's journey to popularity, her submission at the hands of the head cheerleader Karen, her seduction of a teacher and how she fell in love, please read on.

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My name is Jenny. Mistress Megan has asked, well demanded actually, but that's ok, I like her telling me what to do, so she's demanded (in a nice way) that I tell you about my past week's occurrences, and of course I will obey. If you have read the first two parts of my Mistress' Bedding the Babysitter series (which I highly recommend reading if you have not) you already know how I came to be a (happy) submissive slave. If not, and you're silly enough not to go do that right now, let's just say before that eventful and life-altering weekend I was a closet lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure whether I was an actual lesbian or not.

But after just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, I had a new job, I had my fantasy of being with Karen the head cheerleader come true, and I'd been to a lesbian club. There, with my Mistress' help and guidance, I had begun to really experiment with my sexuality and my obedience. (And to learn what really good orgasms feel like.)

The following story is the first week of the rest of my life, during which I had another adventure with my mistress, I attempted to seduce a teacher, I became an obedient cheerleaders' servant and, oddly enough, became a cheerleader myself... oh yes, and I fell passionately in love.

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SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND: A Reflection and Babysitting Again

As any calendar will tell you, next week actually began on Sunday. It was in the afternoon, the day after my brief submission to Karen at her workplace. I was exhausted from my long evening at the Le Chateau Club, a special club that caters to lesbian women, followed by a long night spent pleasing the governor of our state. I won't get into the details of that long night, as Mistress Megan has instructed me to focus on my cheerleader submission. Let's just say that our governor is one very demanding and kinky lady. And she's really hot, but even if most people don't know about the kinky part, everyone knows she's hot, don't you?

I got a call around 2:30 from Karen Pepper and here, as best as I can recall, is the conversation:

Jenny there?"

I responded, unaware

is Karen,"

said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It was one thing to submit to her in front of Mistress Megan, as I was only obeying my Mistress and I always feel safe when I'm with her, but it's completely another thing to have to speak for myself. Instantly I reverted to the shy closet lesbian I had always been, the wallflower no one knew or noticed, insecure and unsure of myself. Now don't get me wrong; I had friends, but they were both (all right, I didn't say I had lots of friends) just shy geeks like I was. We lived in our little pond and cheerleaders lived in their much larger one. In reality they

someone who is going to make you popular?" Karen asked, slightly

repeated, in

reflected on how great it

unable to put a full, complete and intelligent sentence together. After all, this was Karen, the Head Cheerleader! You try and act intelligent around such a hot and popular

decided to make you a

always freshman or second year cheerleader wannabes who were pretty much servants for the actual cheerleaders. They carried the royalty's trays for them at lunch, did their homework for them, and so forth. No senior had ever been a PomPom. It would be too humiliating. A long pause followed as I reflected on this

broke the silence by asking, "You don't want

both of us by blurting out, "Hell no," before managing to actually respond with a stutter, "I-I-I

second-year. But as Head Cheerleader, I really can do whatever I want and..." she paused, her tone

worried for the first

other Pom Poms will be furious and will do whatever they can to crush you. My fellow cheerleaders will be slightly confused but they won't question me because they wouldn't dare, and the rest of the school will finally

unsure what Karen had in store for me. "I don't want the whole school to

and then