The Passion of Rita and Lydia Ch. 05

Dear readers, this is the fourth installment in the series of stories about Lydia and her young submissive lover Rita. I have received much positive feedback on the first three stories in the series and hope you also will like this one.

Sapphic Granny (Lydia)

The previous stories are :

Chapter 1: The Subjugation of Rita

Chapter 2: Weekend with Granny

Chapter 3: Rita's Total Submission

Chapter 4: A Saturday in love

I drove home from Mistress Lydia's house in a very confused state of mind. Too much had happened in a very short time and my world had changed in way I had never thought possible just a few weeks ago. I was eighteen-years-old and I had a Mistress who was old enough to be my grandmother. We had indeed explored an imagined incestuous relation where I was her little girl and she was my beloved Granny. I was deeply in love with this woman and my body shuddered in delicious remembrance every time I thought about what we had done together. I also seemed to have acquired a little smile that appeared to be glued to my face most of the time.

I had also discovered that my mother was having a lesbian affair with her best friend and on top of everything, my Mistress wanted me to submit to my math teacher, the formidable Miss Simmons! It was all too much, and I felt a need to return to some state of normality. Whatever that might be! Nothing seemed 'normal' any more in my life. Still, I found myself humming "I need to wake up" by Melissa Etheridge as I drove along, and soon I was singing out loud and ended up laughing like a maniac.

"I've been asleep and I need to wake up. Now"

Back home Mommy had not arrived from her weekend with Rose, so I did some homework and washed some clothes and tried to relax a bit from my wild weekend of discovery and awakening.

I went to bed early and did not hear Mommy come home, but she was up bright and early on Monday morning and made me a full breakfast as she moved gracefully around the kitchen humming and with a silly smile on her face. She was obviously very much in love, but I felt it was not the time to pry on what was going on between her and Rose, so we just small talked a bit, and after having my eggs and toast, I kissed her goodbye and went to school.

I did not have any class with Miss Simmons on Mondays, but I had still decided to dress up a bit, thinking I might encounter her in a corridor. I also bought the letter Mistress Lydia had written for her. I did not open it, even though I was curious to see what my Granny had written. I was of course also wearing my butt plug, as Granny had instructed me to wear it at all times, even in school.

As it turned out, I did in fact run into my tall Amazonian math and self-defense teacher in a corridor, but there were many other students around. However, the imposing mature woman, dressed in a tight-fitting pair of jeans and a dark red silk blouse that showed off her generous cleavage, smiled at me and put her hand on my shoulder. She then, in a low seductive voice not audible to anybody but me, she told me to meet her after school outside the gym. I managed not to blush very much, but still felt a rush of blood warming my cheeks. I nodded and managed to reply in a small, little girl voice "Yes, Miss Simmons". She smiled at me, like a wolf smiles at a rabbit, and I said flustered, that I had a letter for her. She smiled again and lifted her brow in a questioning frown.

"Oh, a letter...? I think I know from whom..."

As students flowed past us, chatting and laughing, I found the letter from Mistress Lydia and passed it to her. She did not open it, but took my hand in hers for just a few seconds, her thumb sliding caressingly over my skin. She bent forward and whispered into my ear: "I'm looking very much forward to our meeting later, little girl. Now go to the restroom and take off your panties... I want you to think of what I will do to your naked little cunt until we meet again... But don't you dare touch it! Think of me...!"

I shivered with anticipation tinged with dread and as she walked away, her high heels making her appear even taller than her 6 feet and a few inches. I could not help watching how her tall well-formed body graciously moved on her long lithe legs. I suppressed a shiver of desire and made my way to the restroom where I removed my plain cotton panties and then went to class. I simply could not concentrate, though. My thoughts kept returning to my wonderful experience with my beloved Granny and Mistress over the weekend, and to the sight of Miss Simmons striding so confidently down the corridor and her suggestive words. What was in store for me later? That I wore no panties and my cunny was naked did not help at all either! I was so very much aware of every little draught of air, every movement of my short pleated skirt and I tried to keep my thighs close together at all times. I could not hinder my thoughts from returning to the sight of Miss Simmons majestic muscular behind enclosed in those sexy tight jeans. My fulya escort mind was in overdrive, speculating on what she would do to me, and what was in Granny's letter to her?

During my English class Mr. Burns asked me about the meaning of the word 'suffragette' and though I knew quite a bit about the fight for women's rights, including the right to vote, I just stared blankly at him and licked my dry lips. The kind old gentleman looked at me with concern and asked me if I was all right, and I nodded frantically and managed to look at him with what I hoped was sincerity.

"This is not like you," he said, but to my relief did not further pursue the matter and he did not ask me any more questions, but I felt him keep an eye on me. After the class, he asked me to stay behind and then he did ask what the matter was. I just waved it away and said my weekend had been really tough. He nodded, and told me he hoped I would be more focused in his next class. I promised and hurried away, glad to escape even though he was just trying his best to be kind.

The day dragged on, and I could smell my pussy and my arousal increase with every minute I got closer to my meeting with Miss Simmons. I hope nobody else noticed and kept to myself as much as possible.

Finally, the last class was over and shaking with trepidation, as well as a tingling arousal, I made my way to the school gym. Miss Simmons was chatting with some students, laughing and having fun, but when she saw me approaching, she shooed the small giggling mob away. A couple of girls looked at me, and then at the imposing teacher and I fancied I heard a snigger. I made my way slowly towards the tall mature woman whom I was meeting. My eyes were downcast and I felt inexplicably shy and demure. Miss Simmons, on the other hand, was not shy at all and stood waiting for me, on foot impatiently tapping. I watched her high-heeled black shoes and whispered a small 'Hello' in that small young voice that seemed to have become my standard when addressing this tall muscular woman.

Her hand on my chin, gently raising my face so I stared helplessly stared into her steely eyes.

"You should look at me, little one. Unless I tell you not to!"

Her smile was like a vipers and I froze totally.

"Your very gracious Mistress - and Granny, I should add - has very kindly given me the task of providing you with some additional training. At my discretion, her sweet letter also stated."

I shivered, little goosebumps rising on my skin. Granny Lydia had given Miss Simmons the green light to train me according to how she saw fit! I was certain that the tall woman had many devious plans for my eighteen-year-old body. Then her hand was on mine and I stumbled to keep up with her as she moved into the school gym and closed and locked the door behind us.

"So, my sweet sexy schoolgirl! Nobody can disturb us now!"

She pulled me to her chest and her hands were on my hips, pressing me close. Then again, that demanding touch on my chin, forcing me to look at her.

"Did you do as I told you, little one? Did you walk around the whole day with your bald little pussy naked for me? Thinking about all the stuff I will do to you?"

Mutely I nodded and she flipped up my skirt to ascertain that my cheeks were indeed bare.

Her fingers danced over my bottom cheek as she then gave me long sloppy kiss, none too gently sucking and nibbling on my lips and forcing her tongue inside my mouth, filling it and using the tip to explore my oral cavity.

Her experienced fingers caressed my flesh, she spread my cheeks slowly, and her forefinger found its way to my tight rosette. She teased it for a minute or two, causing me to moan helplessly as she continued dominating my mouth.

"Is my little school girl slut wet for teacher?" she whispered. "Is you little bald pussy moist for me?"

I could only continue moaning incoherently, and she then gave my cheeks a few hard spanks.

"Answer me, you naughty little slut! Tell you teacher if you are wet in your pussy because I told you to go without panties to whole day!"

"Yess... yes... Miss. I'm very... wet in my pussy, Miss!"

A hand rubbed my tummy, then down beneath the skirt, and a questioning digit briefly touched my moist labia, gently caressing my needy sex.

"Yes, you are little one. So wet for teacher..."

Her pungent finger beneath my nose, an unspoken command seemed to spring from her fiery eyes and I opened my mouth for the forefinger, wet with my honey, to pass between my lips. I had been excited all day, going commando and thinking about what this formidable woman was going to subject me to. I tasted my viscous arousal, salty, bitter, and strangely nutty, from Miss Simmons forefinger and she smiled crookedly as I eagerly licked it very clean.

"That's my good girl! Now turn around and let me feel those sexy little tits of yours, and your darling nipples. I have been dreaming of making you my little nipple slut bomonti escort the whole day!"

I turned around in her tight grip, my body so close against hers. My head rested against her large breasts and she seems to be emanating warmth. Then her hands and fingers were teasing my sensitive nipples and I forgot everything else in a rush of submissive pleasure as her fingers, wet with my saliva and pussy juice, moistened the tight top over each of my stiffening nubbins. I gasped and bit my lower lips with delicious arousal as she pinched and pulled my erect pleasure points, letting the fabric tease and caress the sensitive flesh.

"Oh, my sexy schoolgirl slut! You just love having your nipples toyed with by teacher, don't you? Oh, yes, they are so erect and stiff, crying out for my touches! That's it, baby girl, wriggle against me, show me how much you love having your sweet little school girl nubs pleasured...!"

"Yes, Miss, please play with my nipples... p...ppp...please make me your nipple slut...!"

My eighteen-year-old submissive body was on fire as Miss Simmons continued lewdly fondling and torturing my sensitized nipples. Overcome with lust surging though me, I could not help but draw back my shoulders, pushing my chest forward, eager for Miss Simmons to further dominate my nipples. She gave a dark little laugh as she felt my submission to her, my obvious arousal. Then she grabbed my nubs between her fingers and pulled them outwards.

"That's my good school girl slut," she said "That's my hot little nipple girl, craving to have her lovely titties played with!"

I could only moan with pain and pleasure as she then released her tormenting fingers and started to slap my tits lightly with her bare hands.

"Mmm... sweet baby girl... let teacher make your lovely tits all hot and bothered..."

Miss Simmons continued slapping my breasts, but intermingled her barehanded torture with small pauses where she would use her fingers to fondle and caress my titflesh and nipples softly.

"I want my little schoolgirl slut available for me now," she then whispered as she kissed my earlobes, making little shivers pass through my body. "I going to tie you up, Rita. I am going to make those sexy breasts of your stick out really nicely, begging for my caresses and I am going to tie your hands behind your back...! You're mine tonight, little sweetie and I'll make that sexy school girl body of yours sing as I play with you!"

"Ohhh..." I moaned as my tall well-muscled teacher proceeded to deftly tie my hands and my bosom. She used some white silken ropes and did not remove my top, but did a figure-of-eight tie which caused my tits to stand out extremely pronounced beneath my top. The strict bondage also caused my stiff nipples to push against the taut fabric, which was wet with my excretions and spit.

"Such a lovely sexy slut you are, Rita! All tied up and ready for me to play with your sexy body. I've been wanting to have you like this for a long time, my naughty little school girl!"

"Y... you have...?" I managed to stutter, as she positioned me on a chair, standing in all her glory before me.

"Oh, yes baby girl! You have been taunting me with that sexy body of yours ever since I first set eyes on you... And now your darling Mistress - and Granny - has allowed me to do all sorts of naughty sexy things with your lovely body!"

I am sure I blushed, all tied up and at her mercy. She traced my lower lip with a slow seductive finger. Then she bent down and kissed me possessively.

"Don't worry, little girl! I promise not to hurt you. At least I will not hurt you beyond what you like, you sexy little trollop...! Now what can I find for that lovely mouth of yours...?"

She found a red ball-gag that she secured around my head and then she tied a lovely red silk scarf over the bottom part of my face.

"My, my...! Don't you just look cute, my precious," she murmured, kissing my nose teasingly. "All gagged and tied up for me to ravish...! With those sexy nipples just aching for my touch!"

I was trembling with need and anticipation of what this formidable woman would do to me. My eyes must have shown it, because she smiled tenderly at me, then stood behind the chair, and gently massaged my shoulders, her hands soon sliding down over my bound bosom to gently fondle and tease my tingling hot nipples. Her touch was exquisite and made me moan helplessly into my gag, but then, to my trepidation, she stopped and found a pair of scissors.

"Sit still. My little lesbian slut... teacher is going to play some very sexy games with your lovely nipples now...!"

Oh, god! What was she going to do to me!

Two controlled snips of the scissors and both my erect nipples were freed from the tight top, sticking obscenely out from two little holes.

"Mmm, so adorable..."

Miss Simmons flicked her fingers rapidly over the freed nubbins causing me to gasp and wriggle on the chair. She then found a pair kurtuluş escort of special tweezers and soon my stiff nubs were fitted with little black elastic bands at the base causing me to moan in desperate arousal as the constriction caused a constant throbbing in the erect bits of flesh.

"Oh yes! That is just sooo cute, my little darling! Your stiff erect little nipples poking out from your tight top, like two cherries begging to be plucked. I wonder what they taste like?"

My imposing teacher now none too gently started pinching and pulling my nips, and then she moved around to face me. Her eyes were gleaming with undisguised lust, her mouth was pouted and she looked like she was contemplating to do with the young eighteen-year-old woman she had totally at her mercy.

Then her warm wet mouth was engulfing my right, highly sensitized, teat and I gasped through my tight gag as I felt the constricted nipple being sucked hard into Miss Simmons mouth. Then her tongue was flicking over it and little electric explosions were set off in my tortured nub. But this devious woman was far from finished. With obvious glee, she used her teeth to pull the erect, wet nipple out from my bondaged bosom. She was a tender torturer, she pulled slowly, and did not bite hard, but nevertheless the pain was hot and excruciating. My nipple felt like it was on fire. She then released it and repeated the treatment on my other nipple, causing both my poor morsels to throb in pure agony.

Fingertips gently rubbing the wetness, her voice soothing. "Oh, poor baby girl! Are your little sweet nipples hurting? Awww... teacher will make you feel better, my little darling!"

To my consternation, she reached down between my legs and her fingers delved into my dripping wet pussy.

"Oh, little one! You are so wet for teacher! Your lovely little pussy is dripping with honey, baby girl!"

She inserted two fingers inside me and slowly drew them out, coated in my viscous juice. She then proceeded to rub in the juice over my tormented nipples and she whispered her lewd suggestions, keeping up her stream of dirty, naughty talk.

"Mmm... little one, your pussy juice feels so good on your little nipples, doesn't it? Of course it does! My schoolgirl slut just loves having her sexy nubbins teased and wetted with her own naughty pussy honey... That's my girl, my sexy slut, being such a good girl for teacher! Such a lovely, sexy nipple slut..."

The insidious words, the soft touch of Miss Simmons fingers gently rubbing my secretions into my exposed and wildly erect nipples made my body erupt in little tingles and delicious shivers. I was truly her nipple slut, bound and exposed and totally at the mercy of my dominant mature teacher. She was not my Mistress. Lydia was my Mistress. But she had allowed Miss Simmons to dominate and seduce me and at this moment, my mind in a haze of lust, I was grateful that she had done this. I was a naughty schoolgirl being controlled by my commanding teacher and my body was reacting in a way that left no doubt that I was enjoying every second of her seditious torment.

Miss Simmons was gently rolling and teasing my throbbing, tingling teats and I felt like they could explode at any moment. I was moaning and slobbering uncontrollably into my gag and my body was flushed with evident excitement. None of this was wasted on the devious Miss Simmons, of course, who smiled crookedly at me and then went away for a minute to rummage in a drawer.

What she brought back, made me moan with dread! She had returned with two horrible looking adjustable nipple clamps, fitted with heavy lead weights. I tried to beg her with my eyes not to use them, but of course to no avail. She gently fitted one on my right nipple, looking me into the eyes as she did so. She fitted it just above the rubber band already adorning the poor nubbin and then slowly used the slider on the clamp to adjust the pressure. I gasped with the pain and it this not help that she immediately after fitting the clamp let the attached weight fall and thus causing a strong pull to draw my nipple downwards.

"Aww, poor little nipple slut..."

She licked the constricted and clamped nipple lovingly with her wet tongue, causing a short and cool relief. Then my other nip was subjected to the same treatment and I could not hold back any more, but felt hot tears gliding down my cheeks as searing pain coursed through my bound exposed bosom.

"Spread your legs wide, little one. Let teacher get access to your bald sweet pussy! That's it, my schoolgirl slut. You look so sexy with those hot nipples clamped. But do not cry, baby! Teacher is going to make you feel all better now..."

Her finger traced a tear dripping down my cheek and disappearing into the scarf tied over my lower face, as I obediently opened my legs wide.

"Oh, my horny sexy slut... so wet for teacher... loving to have her delicious little nippy nips played with...!"

Her fingers caressed my bald mound, my moist labia and lovingly explored my juicy pussy. She was delicate in her touches, heightening my arousal with her sensuous treatment. Her wet sticky fingers now caressed my tortured nipples, gently rubbing the exposed, dark purple glowing bits of erectile flesh and in a soft cooing voice telling me, what a good girl I was.