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The Full Seducing Madison Series Parts 1-5
Copyrights January 2017
By Katrina Millings
Copyrights January 2017
I opened the front door and rushed inside, excited to share my news. Mark was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He rose to his feet, no doubt seeing the excitement bubbling out of me before I said a word.
“I found her. She’s perfect for us.”
“Really?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of me as I kicked off my high heels and shrugged off my coat. The heels I left on the floor. The coat I slung over the back of the couch.
“Oh, yes, she’s just what you’ve been hoping for, and she’s ready, or she will be when I finish with her tonight.”
“What makes her so perfect?” he asked with a touch of wariness in his voice. What we were searching for was hard to find and we’d come close before only to not have it work out. We were both tired of being disappointed by that point. Yet, I had a hunch about this girl. She’d be different.
I strode over to him and threw my arms around his neck. While I wore a stunning black dress he was still in his sweatpants and an old ratty t-shirt. Of course, he worked from home and I taught Chemistry class at the private college on the edge of the city, so he didn’t have to concern himself with dressing up the way I did. Bestselling authors like him sure had it easy.
“Mmm, she’s a blond, gorgeous, twenty-one-year old girl with a tight pussy. What more do you want?” I purred in his ear.
“You know what.”
“Oh, she’s a sub, don’t worry.”
“You sound so certain. Have you been playing one of your games again without letting me in on the fun? Where did you meet this girl?”
“Her name is Madison and she’s in my class. I’ve had my eye on her, but I never considered her for us until I ran into her at the club a few weeks ago.”
“Ah, the club, so you have been playing.”
“Well, how am I going to find what we need if I don’t go looking?”
“That explains all those nights you came home late. You never mentioned Madison.”
“I wanted to wait until I knew she’d go for it.”
“Did she say she would?”
“I haven’t asked her yet. I was going to bring it up when I saw her tonight.”
“So how far have you gotten with her?”
“We’ve done a lot of dirty dancing and some heavy petting in my car,” I grinned wickedly. “Tonight we’re having dinner at the restaurant inside the Brownstone Hotel and I’ve rented the penthouse suite for later. I think all will go well. She’s definitely a sub and she’s on scholarship, barely making ends meet. I think she might like the idea of having a hot, rich, couple like us taking care of her.”
“You intend to buy this girl?”
“I don’t really think I’d have to, but no harm in throwing some icing on the cake. Oh, Mark, you’ll love her,” I sighed. “Her pussy gets so wet, like mine is now just thinking about her.”
“I bet your pussy is nice and wet,” he teased.
He couldn’t have been more right. I was turned on like I hadn’t been in a while. Merely talking about the girl was enough to make me lose control of my senses. I felt his cock twitch and stiffen as I pressed my lower body against his crotch and couldn’t resist dropping to my knees. I pulled his pants down, then made a fist around his shaft and stroked him from the base to the fat mushroom. “Oh, baby, just the thought of me bringing her home to you makes you hard, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck yes! I’ve been waiting for too long.”
“Just think, she’ll be all ours. We’ll own her. We can use her however we want. She’s so eager to please. You really will like her, I promise. But I can take care of you until then. Let me put your beautiful cock in my mouth. Can I? I want it so bad.”
“Yeah, suck my dick,” he urged her. “You know how I like it.”
I did know. I understood him, but I wasn’t actually a submissive. I could play the part, but I couldn’t be the real thing for him. After five years of marriage, we’d discovered that I have my own dominant streak as well as a passion for pretty co-eds. As much as my husband and I enjoyed each other’s bodies, neither of us were getting completely fulfilled because a dom and a mistress together- well- someone had to submit. It had been my idea to find a girl to share and my only stipulation was that I be the one to choose our new pet. I’d been hunting in the clubs for quite a spell now it seemed we were both so close to finally having what we needed. He was just as excited as I was judging by the way he thrust his hips forward to go deeper into my mouth, telling me without words what he wanted from me. I got the message and moved my head down over him until his cock slipped into my throat.
My hands clutched his ass as he grunted. I loved to swallow him. It was a skill I’d learned just for him. I let him fuck my face, knowing he was thinking of the sweet co-ed I’d found for him. I wasn’t jealous. I was thinking of her, too. I could teach her to do this for him. I could teach her a lot of things and the lessons would begin tonight. My pussy was sopping wet thinking about what the evening would bring. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. Getting her alone in my hotel room would be easy. She wanted it bad. The last time I’d kissed her I’d felt her body quake with undeniable desire. She hadn’t wanted me to stop. Tonight I wouldn’t.
I pulled my head back, easing off the cock in my mouth and moaned when Mark shot his cum into it. I swallowed greedily, but some of the seed spilled out and stained the front of my dress. I didn’t mind. I had a sexy red number I planned to wear to meet Madison, not that I had to try so hard. Like I said, she wanted it bad.
I was completely obsessed with Professor Brennan. It was asking for trouble, getting involved with a teacher, absolutely against the administrative rules. If we were ever caught I could lose my scholarship. I reasoned that I might not have too much to worry about in that regard. A scandal could cost her career, so it wasn’t as if she’d tell our secret. Who would ever know? We just had to be careful. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a risk, but I was so drawn to the professor I’d have told myself any lie to have her.
The club where we’d first gotten to know each other, if you will, was an underground establishment. She was the only person from campus I’d ever run into there. I’d heard about the place through the grape vine, but it was a joke as far as the other students were concerned. Everyone knew what went on there. None of my classmates were interested in checking it out. I was different from them. I needed something that I’d discovered wasn’t so easy to find, but in that club, you could find just about anything you could ever want.
Wanting something isn’t always the same as having the nerve to go after it. At first, I started going to the club with no more intentions than to sit alone and watch. It was a wild scene, too wild for me. Masters were leading their barely clothed slaves around on leashes. I once saw a slave bend over a table and receive a spanking right there in front of a crowd for spilling their master’s drink. The sight of the welts on the slave’s ass had turned me on more than I cared to admit. I’d never been punished like that before. The truth was, I’d never been much of anything. I was a virgin, which was practically unheard of at my age these days, but I’d never found a guy I felt comfortable to share my fantasies with and I was willing to wait. Occasionally, someone would buy me a drink and ask me to join them for the evening, but I wasn’t ready until I saw the professor.
I didn’t recognize her right away. She looked so different from the proper way she dressed and behaved in class, but it was her, my Eastern World History instructor, Professor Brennan. She was wearing a tight leather skirt and a black lace tank top. Her raven hair, which she usually wore in a bun, hung in long loose waves down her back. She was standing at the opposite end of the bar from where I was sitting. She didn’t appear to notice me at first. I stared at her too long, half shocked to see her and half mesmerized by how beautiful she looked. Her eyes locked with mine just when it occurred to me I should head for the door before she caught me gawking at her. Then it was too late to run. She was heading towards me, her hips swaying from side to side in a seductive, slow saunter.
“Madison, I didn’t expect that you’d be here.” Her pouty lips curved in a smile. However nervous I was, she was obviously not put off at all by my presence.
I was surprised she knew my name offhand. I was quiet and shy in class, rarely raising my hand to answer questions. I usually slouched in my seat, praying she didn’t call on me.
“Professor Brenna, I-um-
“It’s all right, Madison. We all have our secrets. Now you know mine and I know yours.”
“Yes, mam, I guess so. I come here sometimes just to-well, I was-
“You didn’t use a fake ID to get in, did you? I presume you’re old enough to have a drink?”
“Yes, I’m twenty-two.”
“Good, I’ll buy the next one. You look a bit uptight, like you could use another.” There was no mistaking the amusement in her tone. In my awkwardness, I’d quickly become a source of entertainment for her.
She waved her hand to the bartender and ordered me another daiquiri. “Twenty-two is a wonderful age to be. I miss my twenties.”
“You don’t look much older,” I murmured.
“I’m thirty, but that’s not so bad, either. I enjoy myself, as you can see.”
“Do you come here a lot?”
“You could call me a regular.”
“Are you married?”
“Yes, to a very handsome writer. He’s quite successful. I’m very proud of him.”
“Is he here now?”
“He doesn’t mind you coming here alone?”
“Not at all. What about you. Boyfriend?”
“No, I don’t date much.”
“No one here has tried to snatch you up? I find that hard to believe.”
“I don’t- I mean, I just watch.”
“Watching can be fun. Doing is better. I bet you just haven’t found the right person yet. Maybe I could help. Are you dominant or submissive?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I blushed.
“Of course you know. You’re one or the other. Some people are both, but whatever you are, you must know. I’d guess you’re submissive. And by the way you were looking at me a moment ago, I’ll say you like women, yes?”
I didn’t reply. I still couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with my professor. How would I ever face her in class on Monday?
“Don’t be shy. I can’t help if I don’t tell me what it is you’re after.”
“I like women,” I admitted.
“Are you attracted to men?”
“Hmm, how about couples? Threesomes?”
“I’ve never had one.”
“But if you like both men and women, the thought of having them at the same time doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
“Do you want to hear my opinion?”
I nodded, taking a sip of strawberry flavored liquor.
“This place is a little too public for you. It’s too overwhelming for someone who is so inexperienced. You’ll never find what you need here. Would you like to spend some time alone with me? We could go someplace with more privacy.”
“Couldn’t we get into trouble for that?”
“I told you, we each have our secrets. Now we’ll share one. How about that?”
“I wish I could be what you’re looking for, Professor Brennan, but I’m not.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I like women, sure, but I’ve never actually been with one.”
“Have you ever been with a man?”
I shook my head. “I told my last boyfriend what I wanted, but he didn’t understand. He broke up with me and that’s when I started coming here.”
“You poor thing. Lots of men understand what you want. You’ve just been with the wrong ones. Never mind about that. I’d like to make tonight about us girls. What do you say, Madison? Do you want to get out of here and come with me? You won’t be sorry. I’ll take very good care of you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Honey, aren’t you tired of waiting for what you want? I know I am.”
I was tired of waiting and she was the most alluring person, man or woman, I’d ever met. I took a deep breath and forced myself to take a chance before the opportunity was lost. Otherwise, I’d wind up spending another lonely evening wondering if I’d ever find someone who could give me what I needed. “Okay,” I said.
“Excellent,” she said in the same voice she used to praise a student’s work in class. Of course, that’s what I was, her student. It seemed in more ways than one. She took hold of my hand and gently pulled me to my feet. “First we should dance. You need to loosen up.”
I allowed her to lead me out on the dance floor. I wasn’t much for dancing myself, but she put her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to her. I simply did what she did and soon our bodies were pressed together, gyrating to the music. Her breasts were fuller than mine by at least two cup sizes. I felt a shiver of aching need run down my spine when they brushed against my small, perky tits. She grinned as if she knew what I was feeling and kissed me softly on the lips. For me it would have been a bold move, but it seemed to come so naturally to her. My only reaction was to open my mouth to her and let her tongue move into it.
I let out a small moan that almost sounded like a whimper as she kissed me deep and hard. I wasn’t sure what it really was that I wanted from her, but I instinctively felt she knew and that she would give it to me if I let her.
“So what do you say? Ready to get out of here?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I answered in a husky voice.
We walked hand in hand out of the club and over to her car parked at the far end of the lot. She unlocked the passenger door and I climbed inside. When she slid into the driver’s side she threw her purse on the floorboard and twisted in her seat to face me.
I scooted over towards her, thinking of how I’d never made out in a car, but I was glad the first time would be with her.
She reached up and brushed a wisp of my hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Just relax and do what I say, all right?” she asked, her fingers unbuttoning the front of my dress. She had me exposed from the waist up before I could even agree.
“All right?” she repeated again, a bit more firmly.
“Yes, all right.”
She shoved my dressed off my shoulders and I pulled my arms out of it, glancing around skittishly despite what she’d said about staying relaxed.
“Tinted windows, sweetheart. No one can see,” she reassured me.
Her manicured hands disappeared behind me, her fingers unclasping my bra and pulling it off of me. She kissed me again as she massaged each of my tits. I was almost ashamed at how quickly my nipples hardened under her touch.
“Oh, honey, the things I would love to do to you.” She cupped a tit in her hand and lowered her head to run her tongue over each of my nipples which were like pebbles.
“Oh,” I groaned.
“Mmm, does that feel good?”
I remembered how I’d often watched her pacing around the classroom, the way the muscles of her well-shaped calves flexed with each step she took and the curve of her round bottom filling out her dress. The perfume she wore left a vanilla scent behind whenever she passed my seat. I’d always found her extremely attractive, but I’d never counted on winding up here, with her luscious full lips closing around my aching nipples and one hand roaming steadily up my leg, inching its way to my thighs.
“Put your legs up on the seat. Wrap them around me.” she said.
I did as she said, so that my legs were spread and resting on her hips. It never occurred to me to protest that I didn’t know her well enough to be doing this. I was caught up in an excitement I hadn’t known I could feel till then. I wouldn’t have done or said anything to make her stop. In fact, I couldn’t bear the thought of her stopping.
“Are you going to let me touch your pussy?”
I squirmed in anticipation and that seemed to be the only response she needed. A second later her fingers were maneuvering their way into my soaked panties and dipping into the folds of my slit.
“Ah, please,” I cried when she found my nub. I’d used my hand plenty of times, but it wasn’t the same as another woman’s touch.
“I could be your mistress. I could teach you how to please me. That’s all a good slave wants to do, please her mistress. Do you want to learn?”
I couldn’t catch my breath to speak. Already she had me on the brink of an orgasm.
“Madison, are you going to be my good slave?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll be good,” I agreed when I finally found the words.
“That’s lovely. What would please me most right now is if you came all over my hand. Come for me, baby. Come hard for your mistress.”
So I did. I came hard and fast, my juices flowing out of me and onto her fingers. I wanted them inside me, but she didn’t give me that, much to my frustration. When I was finished and my breath was still coming in shallow pants, she held up her hand to me.
“Lick. Clean up every drop.”
I stuck out my tongue and shamelessly lapped at her fingers until I’d gleaned all of my own essence from them.
“Good. Now give me a taste,” she said before covering my mouth with hers. My tongue went into her mouth and she engulfed it between her lips.
“That’s the sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever had,” she said. “I’m going to have so much fun teaching you how to play my games, but I think that’s enough for tonight.”
It didn’t feel like anywhere near enough, but she patted my thigh to indicated I should straighten myself in my seat. I didn’t even have my dress back on and situated when she turned the key in the ignition and put the car in drive.
She drove me back to my dorm, dropping me off a quarter of a mile from the building so no one would see me getting out of her car. Sneaking around somehow made what had happened even more thrilling.
“I’ll see you again?” I asked, unsure. She hadn’t said much during the drive.
“Don’t worry, pet. We’ll be spending lots of time together. We haven’t even gotten started yet.”
And just like that I was having an affair with my teacher. Sort of. We never went as far as I’d have liked, though I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. We started meeting at the club a couple times a week and each time we wound up in her car. She always used her hand on me, but she didn’t always let me come. After the first time she picked and chose when I was allowed an orgasm. Sometimes, I’d beg for it and she’d give in. Other times she’d take me just to the edge and drive me home where I’d immediately strip and climb into bed to get myself off. Those evenings left me empty and frustrated, but I soon learned that once I’d agreed to be her slave, her pet, it stopped being about what I wanted for myself. It was about giving her what she demanded. I supposed I should have resented it, but the more I pleased her the more I needed to please her. The more control she took from me, the more I was willing to give her. She never let me explore her body the way she did mine. I’d never once seen the no doubt beautiful body underneath her clothes. Within a couple of weeks, I was desperate to have her. I needn’t have worried, though. As she’d promised, we hadn’t even begun to play her games yet.
The Friday two weeks before summer break she called my name as I started to walk towards the door after class. It actually startled me because I’d become even more hesitant to speak aloud in class since we’d begun seeing each other. I was afraid I’d somehow give our secret away if I spoke to her, or looked at her too long.
“Madison, I need to see you in my office for a moment.”
“All right, Professor,” I answered, hoping I sounded casual.
“I hear she’s been cracking down on a few of us,” Lindsay, the girl who sat next to me said as she fell into stride beside me.
“That must be it then. I struggled a lot on that last test,” It wasn’t a complete lie. My grades were beginning to drop in Professor Brennan’s class. It was difficult to concentrate on her lectures when all I thought of was the dirty things she’d be doing to me later.
“Well, good luck,” Lindsay said as I headed towards the Professor’s office.
She wasn’t there when I arrived. I sat in a chair across from her desk and waited patiently anxiously until she arrived, shutting and locking the door behind her.
“Madison, you’ve been slacking off in class,” she stated in a matter of fact manner.
This was actually about school then. She’d never called me into her office before. I wondered how serious this was. My parents were working class people. They couldn’t afford tuition for an elite school like this. I had to maintain my GPA, or lose my scholarship. I tried to think of a decent excuse. I couldn’t very well tell her our nights together made for less time to study. The professor came across as someone who genuinely cared about how well her students excelled. She might decide to see me less often, or not at all. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing our time together. She had so much more to teach me than history.
‘I’m sorry, Stella. I’ll try harder. I promise.”
“You can refer to me as Professor Brennan during school hours, and Mistress after hours. When did I ever give you permission to call me by my first name?”
“I assumed it was okay.”
“You assumed wrong. The question is, what am I going to do with you? You’ve become an unruly student. That usually calls for a punishment of some sort.”
“Extra credit?” I asked.
“Sure, if you were any other student, but you’re special, aren’t you? I had something else in mind for you. Perhaps a spanking. I believe you could use a hard lesson in discipline. A good student appreciates discipline.”
“Spanking?” Was she joking? If she was, she hid it well throwing such a stern look my way.
“You heard me right. Drop your skirt and bend over my desk.”
“I’m the mistress and you’re the slave, remember? Bad girls get punished.”
Of course I knew that. I just didn’t think she was that kind of mistress. We’d never discussed punishment before and I was sure I’d never given her a single hint that I was into pain. It was foolish of me. Naturally, a mistress would reserve the right to punish her submissive as she saw fit.
“I was going to use a paddle on you, but if you’re this upset about it I’ll only use my hand. You can handle that, can’t you? Besides, if you take your punishment without a fuss I’ll give you a reward afterwards.”
‘You’ll have to submit to your punishment to find out,” she grinned.
I unbuttoned my skirt and bent over the desk. She hadn’t said anything about my panties, so I left them on.
“No, I want to see your bare bottom,” she corrected me.
I rose upright and pushed them down to my knees before placing my hands flat against the desk top once more. Though we’d fooled around several times in her car, my dress had never come completely off. This was the first time she’d actually seen me this way. I wasn’t terribly insecure about my body. I had a nice, firm ass, but I wasn’t in the habit of flaunting it and I was overcome with a surprising case of modesty as she stood back and let her eyes take me in.
“Nice, very nice, Madison,” she said, caressing my cheeks in a circular motion.
It wasn’t as if she’d have ever had trouble getting me to do anything she asked or demanded of me. I was, in a strange way, addicted to her. She offered what I needed, what I’d craved the first time I’d walked into the club. For weeks I’d spent my free evenings in that club. I’d searched for the right person to take me under their control, to show me how good it could be to belong to someone, to be owned. I hadn’t gotten very far. I’d never felt at ease with anyone else, but I had no problem giving her utter control over me. When I wasn’t with her I thought of being with her and imagined what plans she held for me. She’d suggested that she had many plans for us, but she never eluded to what they were. She kept me guessing, waiting, wanting. Though I’d never been spanked, not even by my parents, the idea of being punished by my mistress seemed fitting. I wanted to earn her praise. I wanted my reward.
“This doesn’t have to be so bad,” she said, bringing her free hand around to my slit. Her fingers flickered over my clit until my breath was coming fast. Once she had me panting she raised the hand on my cheeks and brought it back down so hard the sting made me cry out.
“You’re a dirty girl. Look how wet you are. Do you really think I don’t know how much you like this?”
After three more blows my ass was on fire. The burning heat radiated through my cheeks. I was on the verge of asking her to stop when her fingers began to stroke my nub again, sending my body mixed signals of pleasure and pain and confusing the hell out of me. I didn’t know how I could have gotten so wet, but I could feel the moisture between my legs. I writhed my pussy against her hand as she gave me several more whacks on the ass. I realized I’d begun to thrust my hips back to meet the blows and then forward so my clit rubbed against the palm of her hand. I was finding an immense pleasure in the pain and it was beginning to feel less like a punishment and more like the reward itself.
“Don’t you dare come,’ she said in a disapproving voice.
It didn’t seem fair, depriving me of a climax while obviously trying to bring me as close to one as possible. She’d never toyed with me quite like this before and I thought I might lose this game. I didn’t have a lot of self-restraint. If she kept this up, I’d come against my will and hers.
“I want to show you something,” she said, her hand moving into the crack of my ass.
I let out a gasp of shock as her fingers rolled over my anus.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to know how good this can feel.”