Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep34

As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a slip of paper. I took it as she explained, "This is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she frequents."

I gave her a perplexed look.

"Miss Morgan," she clarified.

I looked at it and said, "Oh! Thanks," although I was unsure I would find the daring to use it without some Mistress egging me on every step of the way.

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and she asked, concerned, "Where's Karen tonight?"

I answered, "She had to go to work."

"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded, trying to hide her disappointment from her 'innocent' (haha) daughter.

We had supper and Mom asked me questions about school, cheerleading and Karen. She made sure to ask vague questions, but it still felt more like when a friend is trying to find out if a certain boy likes her. It was adorable and yet a little creepy. There was no doubt about it: my mother had a crush on my teenage Mistress.

After supper we watched the Big Bang Theory together before I went upstairs and wrote my new assignment. Below is the brief essay I wrote for class. THE LICK OF LUXURY

In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are. For some of them you may not even realize they are important at the time. For example the first time you meet the boy you will eventually marry he may strike you as rather unremarkable at the time, and it is only upon future reflection you will realize how important that day had been. Other times the moment is instantly recognizable, such as when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you share your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key moment was a mixture of both, for when I suddenly found myself, the real me, not the girl everyone had thought they'd known for the past 18 years, it was accomplished only through the agency of one woman. Like a fairy story in a thorny castle, I only found myself when my Mistress awakened me with a kiss.

Now I should note first that deep down I feel I am a good person. I am compassionate, I am academically strong and on occasion somewhat funny (although that last could be debatable). I love animals and I even hope to change the world someday. I am emotional as I cry easily when I for instance see commercials requesting aid for suffering children in third world countries, I cry at badly written dramas on television that tug melodrama on your heartstrings, and I even sometimes cry when I think about my long-deceased father.

I guess the point of all this is as follows: I had thought of myself as being an emotionally drained, psychologically stressed but reasonably normal teenager, and perhaps I still am. But a secret, the one I hid away closest to my heart, was that deep down I knew I was a lesbian. This secret shamed me so I held it inside, not allowing anyone, often (but not always) even myself, to suspect. At night I would sometimes fantasize about other classmates, about becoming their submissive pleasure toy, and paradoxically it was these crazy forbidden fantasies that kept me sane. I would read lesbian love stories online to deal with the obsession I perceived as unhealthy and the lust I considered so sinful. But then I met my Mistress.

Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I had long been a regular babysitter for her. She is a single mother and one of the most beautiful and gracious women I have ever met. She seduced me online. the short version of the story is that during one perfect evening only last week, my shame was washed away as I eagerly and gratefully embraced my true self (and embraced my wonderful Mistress) as a submissive lesbian. In my life, everything can seem so stressful, but when I am pleasing my Mistresses (I now have two) all my stress is washed away. I still have insecurities, but they are diminishing as I learn to accept my sexuality and my need to please. In conclusion, I have come to fully accept the fact that I am a lesbian through and through. I am submissive and my libido is stirred when I am called names or ordered to do naughty, kinky (if you will kindly forgive my using such a frank but accurate word) and clearly socially unacceptable things. I have also accepted that my emotional wellbeing requires me to submit to degrading sexual humiliation to achieve the pleasure I crave to release the stress that until recently dominated my life. Lastly, my Mistresses have made great strides towards transforming me into a confident sexual (and sometimes even social) being, and from this core of newfound strength, my true personality is now able to begin shining bright. I proudly wear eye-catching stockings every day, I proudly submit to every whim of my Mistresses and I proudly accept the long-suppressed secret that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of others' pleasure.

Love, Jenny Wyatt

I completed my second draft (thank heavens for word processors or it would have looked extremely messy with the many times I rewrote a word or phrase) and worried that it might be way too direct. What would Miss Morgan think? What if she showed it to someone (although I knew she wouldn't)? Then I remembered I had Mistress Megan's note with Miss Morgan's secret code name. I went and found it: Wanda87. She was online and her profile, with no picture, was as follows: I am a 23-year-old English teacher who is looking for someone special. I have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new but totally unexplored lesbian lifestyle.

I am still in the closet to my old-fashioned family but would be willing to come out if I met the right (and very discrete) person. (I would come out to this person, not to my family.)

Other interests include reading, travel, movies and chatting.

I finished reading her profile and wondered what Wanda87 stood for. I created a new username "Subinstockings" and a reasonably accurate profile:

I had my first sexual experience with a woman recently and learned that I am very, very submissive. I love to serve and to please and I will never disobey. I also love to wear silky stockings at all times even when I am otherwise nude.

I clicked on Miss Morgan's code name and opened a chat session with her:

Subinstockings: Hi Wanda, I like your profile.

I waited a couple of minutes until she responded.

Wanda87: Hi there, Sub. Your profile is rather interesting as well.

is all

intrigued by your

girl who

Wanda87: Oh.

does that disgust

no.

Subinstockings: Just what?

fantasies about dominating one

says

such a fantasy is

Not if she is

She is, but she is

Do you think

Her recent writing implies

Subinstockings: I see.

want to take you home and

would be one way.

shy and my job is too important to me. What

myself, I would love to submit to

you're on 00005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is

Wanda87: You would?

teacher, Wanda, I would obey your every

Wanda87: Really?!?

until you came all over my pretty face. Will you be my

me to do something and

Ok... what are you wearing right

thigh high stockings and my

me

away by a group of cheerleaders and made to be their personal sex toy for

Wow that is

you

Wow I

anything I can do for you

would do if you were

Subinstockings: Anything you required!

Wanda87: Anything?

Subinstockings: Yes anything.

so new at this. Can you give

Wanda... Let me

Got one! But this is just for instance. The real one will be when you decide what you want and I do that. But for now, here goes: Upon your request I would crawl to you. Then if you permitted, I would lay myself between your legs and lick your pussy until you sprayed your love juices all over me. I hope you would then put a strap-on around your sexy waist and fuck me like the lez slut I am while you call me dirty names. First you would

got