Sara is educated at College
I sat and thought of the train journey to the private college in the tutor period that greeted us on the first day. We’d start proper studies in a few days and each term initially had us having to sit through ridiculously boring non-academic sessions. I liked the train ride I realised. It was good getting away from home.
My parents always set few boundaries and the ones set tended to move about all over the place and it was hell, you never knew where you stood. People think kids want freedom but they feel safer with rules as long as they are constant. At least I could escape, it was worse for my brother. But the train journey allowed me to calm even though it always took me a few days to settle down and stop being as annoying. It did help being quite bright, I could escape into studying easily. The only snag with the journey was that the college only permitted you to bring what you yourself could carry up the stairs to the rooms on your own in one trip, so the amount was always a problem. Sitting there as the world went by was rather pleasant.
There were 24 of us in our group. Me, Sara, and twenty three other girls. Most of us had been there last year too. A few newish ones, a few had left. I wasn’t the most popular girl in the group, pretty enough but nerdy was the consensus. The alpha girls and their cronies ruled the roost.
In the session our first task was to fill in a huge personality assessment questionnaire on the computers, which took ages. After we finished it we were told that in half an hour the college had some music player things to give out which was an amazing surprise. We hadn’t been permitted our own music before. It was quite a change, especially to have them given to us. They checked our names on a list a gave us a colour coded music player. For a while most of us just sat around listening to the music and caught up with other girls.
After, we sat through a meeting where residency issues were discussed. We were told that a new ‘house’ system was to be introduced based on our rooms but gradually I switched off. Suddenly I heard the word ‘masturbation’ and I jerked out of my daydreams. Miss Blanche was saying it was a problem that a lot of girls had complained about, about their sleep being disturbed because other girls were ‘doing it’! I could feel a blush developing. Anyhow the idea that we would have monitors amongst the girls in our small dorm had been decided upon. It sounded ridiculous, especially as we would all have to reorganise our rooms. And anyhow who would supervise the supervisors?
We had three and four bedroomed flat-lets at college. All of us having a room and a small shared living space and a toilet and shower shared with the others in the flat-let. After sleeping just the first night in our new flats we were all going to have to change again!
It had been decided that there would be an election to select the ‘monitors’. It never seemed to occur to anyone that free elections in schools or colleges are not exactly ‘free’. People always voted for their friends or people they wanted favour with. The alpha girls would always rule. Unsurprisingly, all the ‘monitors’ were alpha girls or their cronies except one strange girl who was mad! There were 6 of them in our class. After the vote, out they went to another room for some meeting with the College Seniors and we had to watch a video. I think I fell asleep during the video as I couldn’t remember any of it.
When the ‘monitors’ came back they had to pick their teams like at hockey. Strangely out of the sixteen to be chosen from I was chosen first. Mary a nice looking, but rather a mad girl, chose me first. I was given her room number and sent to get my belongings to move again. The place was awash with girls and luggage all getting in each other’s way but everyone managed it somehow. I finally found the room in the South Wing. As well as Mary there was me and Lucy and Emiline. Mary was the tallest and although we all had slightly different coloured hair we all looked pretty similar, not skinny, not fat, not ugly. Mary told us which of the small rooms we were to sleep in and what to do and we all willingly did as we were told as we wanted to start off on the right foot or maybe we were all just too tired.
After the chaos we had lunch in the refectory, then returned to our meetings. Another computer self-assessment sheet to be filled in! Actually it was a bit different to the other we had done previously, having more rather personal questions to be answered, about our bodies, some about masturbation, others about any sexual activities, others fairly general about how we saw ourselves. Of course none of us would normally be totally truthful about anything personal like sexual stuff or what we really felt, but I felt like being honest this time and it felt good, though I blushed at some of the things I admitted to. After the questionnaires the monitors left for another ‘meeting’ with Seniors and we had another video.
I must have been really bored or tired because I fell asleep again! I felt really refreshed when I woke though. At the end of the sessions I felt eager to get back to our rooms. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do for Mary, she did seem to have lots of meetings and I wanted her to know she could use me for things. All of us arrived at the same time which made us laugh as getting any girls together at the same time is always a nightmare.
Mary told me to organise my stuff in my room and write our names on our music players so they didn’t get mixed up. She told us that we could listen to them anytime in non-study time. I noticed that ours were all red except Mary’s which was blue, some other girls had green or yellow ones too. I think we all had the same idea about sorting out our rooms. As I listened to my music player and sorted out my things and noticed Mary through the open door. I stared at her and realised she was really something. I felt a blush on my cheeks as she noticed me looking at her and looked down as she smiled and walked out of view. I began unpacking again, deciding what was necessary and what could wait. Soon I lay down and just listened to the music but it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep yet again. The changes were the problem I thought, getting into a new routine would be good.
In the night, Mary checked on us and found me still dressed on my bed asleep. She woke me and told me to stand up, still half asleep I did as I was told. She unfastened my shirt and I moved to help her when she wanted to remove it. I felt really grateful that she was helping me like this, she felt like a parent. She took off all the rest of my clothes until I stood totally naked in front of her, even though I felt really embarrassed, I did as she said. She complimented me on my tits and my womanly hips. It really was embarrassing but really nice of her. She told me to get into bed. She said that I didn’t need pyjamas anymore as long as I didn’t play with myself and I promised that I wouldn’t. The cool cotton sheets felt lovely against my skin. When I was in bed she asked me if I wanted a good night kiss and shyly I said yes. Her lips felt divine and I lay in the darkness glowing after she had gone thinking of how nice it would have been to touch myself but I had promised.
The following day we had a discussion about masturbation. Everyone was taking part, even I suggested that sex on your own seemed a bit selfish, not like sharing sex with someone else. I felt quite proud when everyone agreed and it was accepted as a basic tenet of what we should be doing. After the discussion and before break we had another video which had been downloaded onto our pc’s. I think they were all personalised but I wasn’t sure.
At break I noticed there was a table of Seniors in the refectory. It hadn’t occurred to me how pretty they all were, it was as though it was a requirement, along with having really sexy tits and long legs. As I was walking in the corridors and sitting in refectory I began to notice the other girls a bit more than usual, nothing silly or anything, just I was very aware of their shapes and attributes.
We had yet another computer questionnaire. It was similar to those of the previous day, but asking really quite intimate questions and went into far more detail. The questions seemed personalised and based on what I had put in the previous questionnaire so maybe they had taken notice. It also seemed to me that they were in charge and must really need to know this stuff so I answered honestly and was again quite proud I had done so even though it was rather embarrassing. Miss Blanche suggested that we had a rest at lunch and listen to our new music players. Everyone agreed how good they were and were grateful for the college letting us have them. Miss Blanche looked pleased and I noticed her nipples were hard under her bra and blouse. I found it difficult to take my eyes off them, they looked so sexy and I realised that my own were hard too.
Lucy, Emi and me all slobbed out in our common lounge area listening to our music players. The rhythm seemed to vibrate through my body. I could still feel it even after Mary shook me and told me to turn it off as we needed to return to our meeting. I watched her breasts moving inside her blouse as she bent over me before she left to tell the others. Her breasts were bigger than mine and moved so sensuously.
When we returned Miss Blanche was angry and rightly so I thought. I was now sure about her nipples and her cheeks seemed to be blushed. Some of us hadn’t been telling the truth in our first questionnaire and she now realised that everyone in our class played with their pussies both in bed almost every night and even in the toilets or other places. We all looked guiltily at our desks.
“It seems to me that you are all very selfish and you seem to need to finger yourselves regardless. What are we to do?”
I felt tears welling in my eyes I was so ashamed. I didn’t want the others to see me so I kept my head down. It was silent in the room; you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly one of the monitors, Amanda, spoke.
“If the girls who needed to, They should come to us and asked our permission, and if we agreed, they could do it in front of us. That way they wouldn’t be doing it alone and we agreed that it was Ok if it was done when with someone else so they wouldn’t be quite as selfish would they Miss?”
I looked up furtively to see everyone else doing the same. Miss Blanche looked thoughtful; her cheeks had blushed nicely when she was angry I noticed. I thought about what the girl had said. it seemed to make sense. We wouldn’t be doing anything quite as wrong as long as we asked I guessed, but the idea of asking Mary and her watching me made my face heat up terribly. I didn’t know if I could ever manage to face her just to ask, but the idea of her watching me was making my skin tingle as well as embarrassing me. Eventually Miss Blanche spoke.
“Are you telling me that you could bring yourself to watch other girls doing that? It seems awfully good of you. How do the other monitors feel?” The monitors huddled together for a moment and then told her that they would do it for her. “And what of you? Who would you go to? I suppose you could go to the Seniors if you needed to, couldn’t you?” She mused. “I’ll go and suggest it to the others and see what they think. While I am away you had better watch your video again.”
The screen lit up and I happily watched the patterns again until it ended and suddenly Miss Blanche was standing in front of us again. She was smiling and relief swept through me simply because she wasn’t angry anymore.
“Well, it has been agreed. It seems Amanda’s idea was agreed by everyone; in fact, without taking anything away from Amanda, it had also come up in other classes. The monitors will take responsibility for the sexual frustration of their girls and the Prefects will take overall responsibility. It has all be agreed and that is what you will do, won’t you girls?” We all agreed. “So in future if you really do need to touch yourselves, girls, you must ask the permission of your monitors, and if they agree, do it when and where they tell you to. Is anybody not happy with that?” I furtively looked around and thankfully everyone was happy to carry this new rule out. I looked at Mary and smiled shyly.
“Of course,” Miss Blanche continued, “if any of you are caught even looking like you are touching yourselves without permission you will be caned. On your bare. Publicly too.” The idea of such a public humiliation shook me. Everyone would know and see. The pain too. My breath was catching between my ribs at the thought.
We had then to discuss amongst ourselves how everything would work. We all agreed that playing with ourselves was not to happen during the academic day under any circumstances, and, only in extreme cases after. We agreed that we would only go and disturb the monitors when it was really, really necessary and not when we just felt like it on the spur of the moment. It was also agreed that our own monitor should take precedence, but they might be busy or for some other reason pass us on to another monitor who would take responsibility at that time.
A monitor asked what would happen if there was a disagreement. Miss Blanche turned to us all and told us that it was never to happen; we had to do exactly as a monitor told us, and both monitors and others had to do whatever a Senior girl told us. Another monitor asked which Seniors they should see. Miss Blanche told her that any would do but it was likely that the they would gradually pick out certain ones over time. I found I was really happy with all of it. I liked the rules, they were quite precise and they allowed me to know exactly what to do and took away all the problems of worrying and thinking about what to do. And if there was a problem I could always ask Mary and she would tell me what to do. I still would need to overcome the huge embarrassment of telling Mary what I needed when I wanted to touch myself but I could ignore that for now.
After, we were told to get ready for the following academic day and that we would need to have private meetings with our monitor at various times. It was emphasised that the monitors would be busy, they had their own lives as well as looking after us and we were not to take up their time unnecessarily. We all nodded seriously.
I organised everything I needed for the next day after checking out my timetable of lectures and tutorials on my computer. I was looking forward to learning again, afterwards I listened to the music player. After a while I turned it off and put it carefully away and went and sat in the lounge area with the others. Mary came in and told us that all the girls in the South Wing, other than monitors, were in the same House, ‘South House’.
She handed out red ribbons and explained that we were to fasten them around our necks with the velcro, like chokers, which we did. The only time we were to remove them, she said, was when we were washing, otherwise, even at night we were to keep them on unless specifically told to remove them.
The next day regular classes started. I noticed that all the monitors wore blue chokers, the rest either yellow, green or red, like ours, just like the music players. I hadn’t had particularly close friends before, so moving rooms had not been a problem for me, now my companions at breaks, lunch and after classes were always Lucy and Emi. It felt good having others who I could talk to and were a bit more like me it seemed. We were all in the same position and gradually admitted more to each other of how we all felt and things, which seemed amazingly similar. We had all been a bit lonely before and had endured some bullying or other. Because I had been chosen before the others I had a certain kudos, which was something I had never had before, but we all felt the togetherness of simply being ‘Mary’s girls’.
We began talking about how sexy some of the other girls looked, especially some of the ‘green’ girls who all seemed to have taken off their bras under their blouses after class and how their tits swung and their nipples were often hard and showing. Gradually it became clearer that we all found the monitors especially attractive and we swopped notes on Miss Blanche and the teachers or some of the monitors but especially of Mary.
I’d never really thought about other girls I passed everyday in hallways, corridors and rooms. Now I was looking and checking them out without thinking about what I was doing. Obviously I didn’t do this at all in classes but out of lectures or tutorials I was very aware of them and their bodies. I felt a little ashamed at knowing my knickers got wet but it didn’t stop me. During academic times my arousal wasn’t a problem at all, everyone worked really well with no one slacking, though before, after and between lectures or tutorials I couldn’t stop myself staring at breasts, legs and buttocks as they passed me or stood in line before me. Sometimes, daydreaming, I would let my imagination have fuller reign, I imagined touching them, them touching me, what their skin felt like, the smoothness of breasts and buttocks, their smell, their taste, sometimes my thoughts were so vivid. Eventually we admitted to each other that we all did it. We decided it was part of becoming women. I tried to stop myself when I could but the worst was when I looked at the monitors or Seniors like that.
It was no problem during my Physical Education lessons either, though after, in the changing rooms it was quite a problem. I would take surreptitious glances at half dressed bodies, of flesh, thighs, pubic hair, knickers and bras. The ‘green’ girls seemed to enjoy showing their bodies off more than anyone, the sluts, almost exhibiting themselves before us. I tried to tell myself I was only looking at their different shapes, colours and styles but it wasn’t true and I knew it. I became aroused looking at them, thinking of them, my nipples obviously hard and my thighs slippery.
Also, Miss Blanche, once study had ended, was especially disconcerting for me and the crush I had developed made my arousal immediately made itself known to me by the dampness of my knickers and the ache of my hard nipples. Nor was I alone, Lucy and Emi were obviously entranced by different P.E. staff. It was getting more and more difficult not to ask Mary if I could masturbate after only a couple of days.
Throughout that week we sat at tables near Mary if we able to, when she wasn’t there we all seemed a bit lost. At times like that we would attempt to sit near other monitors or, if possible, Seniors. We were like lost satellites attempting to find a star. One of the Senior girls was certainly aware of me if she was around, and the other girls teased me after she began smiling at me. Once she even came over and looked at the number on my music player which felt so embarrassing, her taking obvious notice of me. I felt slightly confused initially and the wave of feelings for the older girl was both exciting and embarrassing as the days wore on. There were a strange mixture of respect and sudden unexpected pulses of arousal that filled me, made my nipples ache, my pussy wet. Soon a familiar fluttering in my belly hit me as I caught sight of ‘my’ older girl and even more if she noticed me. Every move she made seemed to entrance me, even the gentle swish of her long blonde hair seemed full of sensual flair for me. Other older girls had the same effect on both Lucy and Emi so it was never bitchy and we always looked out for each others admirers.
After classes I would make straight for our rooms unless I knew Mary was elsewhere. Sometimes if she was playing hockey we would watch her. When in her room Mary always kept her door open if she was on her own so if we were sitting in the lounge or even in our rooms we all felt near. If she was chatting with Lucy or Emi in her room I would feel intense jealousy and I knew they felt the same if I was in there, not that any of us were in there often. We lay in our rooms quietly listening to our players until dinner, then followed Mary into dinner, sitting nearby. Each day, at a particular time we would update our music players on our computers and sometimes there would be a video downloaded too for us to watch.
The college obviously allowed us to wear whatever we wished in non academic time and generally we dressed in jeans and a top to relax, though we always had to wear our ribbons of course, not that we minded. Along with many other girls I had stopped wearing a bra at all now after Mary told me she liked me without as my tits didn’t sag and pointed upwards. Although I put it down to my menstrual cycle my nipples began to be so much more sensitive constantly rubbing against my cotton blouse. When she had first suggested it I felt my thoughts racing. I didn’t argue, I knew I had to do as I was told. I couldn’t imagine doing it though. It seemed slutty. Obviously everyone would notice, notice my tits like I noticed the tits of the other girls without bras, notice me being slutty too. I thought about other girls looking at me and shivered but I knew I had to do it as Mary wanted it. The desire to please her far outweighed any embarrassment on my part.
Each evening when I was going to bed Mary came to my room and told me to undress. It didn’t become less embarrassing, probably more so, as I stripped as she watched. She would look at me, checking my body, and then watch as I slid beneath the sheets and kiss me goodnight exactly as on the first night. It had become a routine. The nights became more difficult and I could only just about cope with not asking to masturbate and sometimes she would look at me and tell me she could tell my knickers were soaked or could see I was wet! I knew I was a slut at those times. My dreams were often very rude and on waking my thighs would always be soaked.
After a week I was told that Mary needed to see me after I had finished my lectures and was given a time. Early, I sat outside Mary’s door. A few seconds later Lucy came out carrying something, smiled shyly and quickly went to her room. Mary told me to wait a moment until she had finished and then called me in.
While I was waiting I had found myself getting hotter and realised I was getting quite aroused but tried to push it from my mind. Inside, sitting on Mary’s bed whilst she sat in front of me on a chair, I found it getting worse. It was quite disconcerting and I could feel myself blushing. Mary started asking me questions about things in general and if I was happy about the new rules. I told her I was and especially so as she was my monitor, making myself blush even deeper. She asked me about any sexual experiences I had had. It seemed obvious I had to tell her everything, about my one boyfriend and that I allowed him to play with my tits a couple of times and I once felt his cock but nothing else happened. Also I confessed about a time with my cousin, Angela, a year ago when we had explored each other’s bodies a few times. After promising that I had no other sexual contact with anyone else she seemed satisfied. The retelling of my past had made me feel even hotter, my cheeks burning but I felt hot all over.
“Sarah, I’m pleased you told me the truth, and answered truthfully in your questionnaires too.” It felt really good to have her pleased with me. “Do you like undressing for me at bedtime and being kissed goodnight?”
“Oh yes. Yes. I really do.”
“Doesn’t it embarrass you that I see you naked?”
“Oh God yes. I’ve never been seen all bare by anyone before. Well, not since I was young. I get really embarrassed, but...” she waited patiently, looking directly at me while my eyes were focused on her knees. “But I liked that you saw me like that. And kissed me.” I confessed, tongue tied and blushing madly.
“Do you want to play with your pussy after?”
“Yes.” I said shamefaced. “But I haven’t.” I added quickly. “You told me not to on my first night and... I have been... too shy to ask.”
“Good girl, but if your need builds you will have to ask me first. You do understand, don’t you?” I nodded my head feeling ridiculously pleased at her compliment, but scared about the warning about asking. I wouldn’t do it without asking. I looked up and smiled shyly, before casting my eyes down again. “Now I’ll need you to take off your clothes again. I want to examine you.”
“Oh. Yes. Of course.”
I stripped down to my knickers quickly, laying my skirt and blouse on the arm of the chair that Mary sat on as I was directed, feeling my tits roll as I bent over a little. Standing totally naked in front of her was exciting and I realised suddenly that I was very aroused and could feel my nipples hard and aching and my thigh slippery with her hands on my tits.
“Stand up properly. Turn around slowly until you are back in the same position. Your tits are very nice. They sit up perkily and really don’t need a bra.” I nodded shamefaced. “Do your nipples always stick out like that?” She seemed amused.
“No, well lately, yes.” My voice quavered, my throat dry.
“Give me your knickers.” Trying to swallow to lubricate my throat, trying to control my suddenly shallow breathing, I took them off and handed them over as she held her hand out. I sheepishly gave them to her. “They are wet.” I nodded. “You already knew they were wet?” I nodded again. She opened them out as I looked on, humiliation pounding in my head. Inside the whiteness of my copious secretions were obvious against the black gusset of my knickers. I expected the skin to come away from my face with the burning. “When do you get wet?”
“At night, and... and... when I notice other girls... or staff... or you.” I wanted to cry with shame but I had no choice but to fully admit my desires to her.
“Good.” She smiled at me. Her smile was stunning. It held me, it allowed me to carry on and not fall in a faint, it allowed me to see how beautiful she was.
“Turn around slowly as before. You have a good body. I like it. Your skin looks smooth. Your buttocks are firm but not too tight.” I was giddy with her praise. “You don’t shave though?” I shook my head not wanting to attempt words. “It is expected of all ‘red collared’ girls now. I will want to check you tonight and I expect it to be smooth and your lips showing. I can just see them now but mainly because your knickers have pressed your wet pubs to them. Get the others to help you, they have to too.”
I was told to turn again and put my head on the bed. With my hands I had to pull apart my cheeks for her. I wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear as all I could think of was what she could see of me. All of my anus and pussy. Not only was I aware my lips were bloated I also I knew I was still secreting my juices, I could feel them like tears running down my folds now. I stayed like this for her for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I felt a tissue on my leg, wiping me, felt it between my lips wiping me. I could feel myself shaking with shame but then I was told to stand and face her again.
“How often do you play with yourself”
“Not at all now. But I... I used to about five times a week.” It didn’t occur to me to lie even though it shamed me.
“Did you cum?”
“Usually.”
“What do you use?”
“My... fingers. I have... I have tried a hairbrush... and a candle... but I prefer my fingers mainly.”
“Not a vibe?”
“I haven’t got one. I daren’t buy one in case it was found. Mum hasn’t one either, not one which I have found anyway.”
“Are your tits sensitive?” I nodded. “Do you play with them whilst fingering?” I nodded again. “Have you ever cum just by playing with your tits?” I was surprised by the question. I shook my head.
“Have you ever put anything in your ass?” I looked at her shocked and blushed.
“Sometimes, in the shower for example, I did with a finger. If I was already touching myself it felt nice.” I found breathing difficult. I was panting shallow breaths.
Finally she asked me if there was anything I wanted to ask her. I wanted to touch myself; I wanted to cum but was frightened to ask if I could. The humiliation of asking seemed still too high a price but increasing my frustration yet it seemed to be adding to my arousal. A tear slid down my cheek, my body throbbed in need. She smiled, she must have been watching and amused by the contortions of my face reflecting the irreconcilable differences in my mind.
“Yes.” Finally. My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was pleading, high.
“What is it you need?”
The silence lasted for ages. “I need... I need... to... to... cum. Please... Please... I am sorry.” I knew my place in that moment. I knew my own lack of any control, I needed others to control me.
“There, that wasn’t too hard was it?”
Yes it was. Yes it was. I wanted to scream it out but I didn’t. I heard myself sob. I waited, tense and needy. She pulled back a little, smiled and nodded.
“Open your legs and bend a little. I need to see.”
“Of course.” Bared for her, I slowly parted my legs, bent my knees out, opened.
“Now?... Can... I... Please?” Words ripped from me. Desperate.
“You are quite a slut underneath, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. I am. Please.”
“Say it.” I was confused for a moment.
“I’m a slut underneath.”
“What are you? Say it again. Tell me.”
“Oh I’m a slut. I’m such a slut. A dirty slut. I am so sorry. I try and hide it but I’m such a dirty slut really. I really need to come. I’ve never stopped myself this long before. God, I need to, oh god I need to. Please. I’m sorry.” A torrent, the words came out and I sobbed.
“It’s alright, you being such as dirty slut doesn’t stop us liking you. OK. You can do it. Do exactly as you’re told. Don’t hide it. Show me everything. Show me how you do it.”
“Oh thank you. Thank you.”
My fingers slid to my pussy, I couldn’t believe how really wet I was, my others held onto my nipples. I rubbed my hard throbbing clit. I squeezed my tits. She watched me. I was being really naughty and showing her how slutty I was. Once, she smacked my thigh as they closed around my hand, demanding I be open for her. It didn’t take me long. I was desperate. I’d been allowed. I was being watched. It was all too much.
“Now what do you say?”
“Oh... thank you. Thank you.”
“And now you accept that you are a slut, do you want to show me again now?” I nodded and she let me lay on her bed, my legs splayed wide off the side. She had me continue. I came and came. Each time she told me what to do, what positions to take, how to make sure she saw everything. I was such a slut and I came for her. I needed it and I was so grateful to her for letting me and not put of by my slutty needs.
I quietly mentioned shaving to the others. They looked relieved at not bringing it up themselves. We went into Emi’s room and each of us took it in turn to be shaved by the others. We were so careful, both of hurting each other and of leaving the smallest hair showing. Each of us had quite swollen lips on our pussies and we looked as though we had just played with ourselves but no one commented. We all looked like little girl sluts when we had finished.
I had to show Mary how I looked shaved later that night. I felt foolish and extremely embarrassed, especially as I was still red and bloated from the afternoon. It was silly feeling like this. I felt like a little girl doing this. Mary could look at me anytime she wanted, anytime she told me to, I realised. I stood and displayed for her, spreading my legs, then turning and bending as she directed so that she could examine me fully. I could feel my juices as I could feel her eyes on my pussy. I could smell my own arousal and maybe hers.
“Good girl, good slutty girl.” That pleasant tingle came again after what I knew to be a compliment. “Now don’t forget, I am in charge of you during your free time, lunch, and generally any other time you are not under the supervision of staff or a Senior.” I stood and faced her again, my hands had automatically bunched together in front of my pussy. She told me in no uncertain terms that I was told never to cover myself. I was always to allow myself to be seen by her or anyone else if I was told to. Even in front of others. I gasped at that. The idea of being so shameful. If I was disobedient I couldn’t take the thought of her being unhappy with me. I hated being told off in front of the others. When standing in front of her I was always to have my legs apart and, unless I was holding my skirts high, my hands behind my back.
After being kissed goodnight I lay naked on the covers allowing the cooler air to take away my own heat but the throbbing of my body refused to dissipate fully. Eventually I listened to my music player and lost myself in it.
The following day I could feel how sensitive my mound was without hair. I hadn’t realised how chubby my mound had been hiding behind my hair but I felt rather proud of it and my lips being so prominent. Now my lips, still looking big and bloated to me, were quite exposed, especially from behind. The cotton of my blouse had become a pleasant irritant making my nipples erect and obvious, both to me and I could tell to others. It only took me a matter of seconds in our common lounge to notice that only Mary was wearing a bra now. Bras as well as pubic hair had been banned from all ‘her girls’. I couldn’t stop my eyes from watching the way their breasts rolled provocatively even though none of our breasts were overly large. I felt the eyes of other girls on my breasts too.
I wanted others to like my body. I wanted it to please Mary and others. I felt so full of lust. I throbbed, I was desperate. I had opened my legs for her. I wanted to again.
“I am sorry. I am such a dirty girl, a slut. I need to cum again. I know it was only yesterday but may I? Will you allow it” I whispered in the evening.
Without speaking, her hand cupped my face. It moved down over my throat, inside my blouse, to my tits and I couldn’t help but whimper. She fondled me, another girl fondling me. I wanted it. She played with my breasts and nipples until my only thoughts were of them and my hips bucked wildly even without a touch. Her hands were gentle and then rougher, kneading them firmly, teasing then softly twisting my nipples painfully. Over and over. It went on for ever. I whimpered.
“Are you really desperately aroused?” She grinned at me.
“Oh Yes. Oh Yes. Especially... after your hand... on my tits.”
“Such a slutty girl. How do I want to see you?”
I stripped for her in a daze. Stood as she had told me. Not covering myself, open for her to see. Almost as soon as she allowed it and my finger touched my clit I came. Jerking up to her. My body wouldn’t stop jerking about lewdly, my orgasm seemed to continue for ever. Finally she told me to stop and suck my fingers clean. I was so grateful. I was so humiliated that she knew what I was like.
My life continued. Hard work in academic time, my arousal increasing considerably outside it. I adjusted my music player each morning and downloaded anything else I needed. Often each afternoon or evening I would have a private little meeting with Mary and she would ask me how my day had been. I always told her everything, not holding anything back and always being humiliatingly honest. I told of my continued good work in lessons, of becoming aroused watching the breasts of other girls without a bra, of being aware of the attractiveness of the monitors and Senior girls and admitted my lust for them. I admitted needing control. I became aware of feeling aroused by those with any authority over me, those who could tell me what to do. Especially her and Miss Blanche, and also for Celine, the Senior who smiled at me. I even admitted to having dirty dreams about them all.
Now I always totally undressed during our meetings and sat or stood with my legs apart. She stayed dressed of course. Standing with my tits thrust out, legs spread, my pussy seemed to be thrusting too. She laughed and would sometimes take a nipple in her fingers, squeezing slightly. I groaned but didn’t move away, in fact I tried to push forward onto her hand I realised, much to my embarrassment, but Mary simply kept her fingers on my nipple.
“They are always so hard when you come to me, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“I like your tits. I like these nipples standing at attention for me. Are they like that for me?”
“Oh yes.”
“I’m pleased. Are you wet for me too?”
“Yes.”
I hadn’t realised how much my body throbbed until she touched me. The fingers of her other hand rubbed my juices as they nestled between my lips. Now it was obvious. I was gasping, my hips were rocking and each squeeze on my nipple sent fires racing through me.
“Does my slut want to ask me anything?” She laughed.
“Yes.” My eyes couldn’t look into hers as she stared up at me. “Please. Can I...”
“Can you what slut?”
Can I... can I... cum. Please.”
“You are a dirty girl aren’t you? No. You cant. Not yet. I’m too busy to supervise. You can do it tonight when I come to you. Unless I change my mind.” I groaned and was about to beg but I realised I couldn’t argue. But I could cum later! I could cum at bedtime. It was all I could think of. My knickers were sodden between my legs when I left.
Sometimes she would kiss me. Not little kisses but like we all had when younger when we were practising for boys, for later, maybe for other women. Her mouth open, her tongue searching inside me. I always loved these times. I would become very horny as she kissed me, my hips jerking, pressing. She usually played with my breasts too, not always very gently, as she asked me questions and I opened my soul. But she rarely allowed me release during these sessions, I had to learn control, she said, learn to accept control.
One thing that only fell into place during one of these sessions was the realisation that somehow my feelings of humiliation and my lust were somehow linked. I was bending over with my legs apart and pulling myself wider for her inspection.
“You do like this don’t you? You like being made to do things, embarrassing sexual things, humiliating things? It makes you all horny and wet doesn’t it Sara?” It was as though I had known all along but couldn’t fit the pieces of the puzzle together until she told me. I hadn’t been conscious of the link before but I had often realised that I had become very wet at the same time I was really embarrassed. Rather disconcertingly the evidence of my arousal just then became quite embarrassing in its conspicuousness as I thrust out my pussy and ass hole to her. Obviously I always told nothing but the truth when anyone asked me anything. We all did. It didn’t matter if we told things that we were embarrassed about we all were unable to hide anything of the truth whenever asked. I also began to realise that the number of times I needed to ask to cum was suddenly rising quite dramatically. I had no control any more. I needed to ask her permission everyday now, wanting to more than i asked. I knew it was a good thing that others had control over me.