The Assistant Principal And Instant Messenger

THE ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL AND INSTANT MESSENGER Part 3 by Skip

SYNOPSIS: Assistant Principal Joyce accepts an invitation to assist bounty hunter Cindy Prell on a mission. All the while Joyce is searching for the maledom of her dreams.

Its been slightly more than a week since my bondage encounter with Tom and Cindy and I have to tell you I am in a state of high anxiety. My male bondage prospect from Harrisburg didn't get off the ground and I'm pondering my future as a submissive.

At the high school the principal has called me in to question me about my performance. It seems the consensus was that since my encounter I'd been exhibiting undue hostility and poor judgment in my dealings with faculty and students. Of course none of them are aware of the encounter. The principal is upset that I admonished a young teacher over her poor attendance record in the presence of her students. He also questioned as excessive the two weeks detention I gave to one of the sophomore wenches for failing to address me as maam.

The principal suggested that if I have a personal problem I take some sick time and obtain counseling. My reaction to this suggestion was quite vehement. My work ethic is quite strong with a perfect attendance record for 3 years and I resent someone telling me I need counseling. None the less being the good bureaucratic functionary that I am I promised to change. The detention for the wench was reduced to three days and I expressed my regrets to the malingering teacher for insensitivity. I wasn't sincere of course but sometimes expedience is the better course.

At this stage I was continually being introspective with respect to my bondage future and my emotions conflicted. One part of me longed to be dominated by a male but after my first encounter I had doubts that I would ever be able to find a trustworthy male dom. The other part of me longed for the lesbian anal intrusion. Reconciling these conflicting urges was taking its toll on my emotional equilibrium. Who could I turn to for counsel.

The who was answered suddenly and unexpectedly. One evening about ten days after my encounter I received a call from none other than Cindy Prell the dominatrix/bounty hunter who had introduced me to the world of lesbian sex. Cindy was inquiring about my general welfare but also offered some insights. She opined that I had gotten a raw deal from Tom that he was untrustworthy and inexperienced as a dom. Like myself Cindy was not one to apologize but she did concede that forcing me into lesbian submission so quickly was a mistake.

I told Cindy I desperately wanted a competent, trustworthy male dom. She was sympathetic but because of my rural location she knew of no one close by who would meet my needs. I confided to Cindy my fascination with the lesbian anal sex. She indicated this was not uncommon and that many other heterosexual submissive females occasionally enjoyed such an indulgence. What really stunned me was that she said she would be traveling to Youngstown, Ohio soon on an assignment but was willing to meet with me at my home and provide a session.

Cindy assured me that the session would be on the up and up meaning no surprises such as a third party dom or dominatrix. For some reason I chose to believe her and accepted her proposal. Two days later a van pulled into my driveway and moments later Cindy Prell was on my doorstop. She was clad in a long green leather coat which with her calf length boots concealed her vinyl miniskirt. Once again she was wearing a tight pullover white ribbed sweater. I was attired in a short black dress with heels and was heavily made up.

"Good evening Mistress" I purred as I beckoned her in to my living room. She gave a semi smile but in her characteristic authoritarian way directed that the speech formalities not be observed for a few minutes. We would have an informal chat first and during the session which followed I would be expected to observe speech protocol. As if reading my mind she stated her gear was out in the van thus answering my question. Cindy accepted a glass of Chardonnay but requested I not imbibe as she preferred her submissives to be alcohol free for sessions.

During the conversation Cindy made a stunning offer. Since Thanksgiving recess was in effect would I like to accompany her to Youngstown on a fugitive apprehension assignment. In addition to assisting with the apprehension and transport my house would be used as an overnight safe house for the prisoner who was being transported to New York City.

As I had little knowledge of the bounty hunting business Cindy quickly filled me in. She rarely carried a firearm and didn't intend to to do so in this case. She did carry mace and a stun gun type weapon. Her fugitives sometimes resisted and usually a zap of the stun gun was sufficient to subdue a struggling prisoner. She emphasized the importance of swiftly and properly applying restraining devices in order to impart a feeling of helplessness. Gags and blindfolds were especially useful. Properly gagged a prisoner would have to breath through the nose reducing their energy to resist. The sight deprivation of the blindfolds further increased the helpless feeling. Once the prisoner was safely in the van they were frequently hogtied and attached to floor hooks. It was not uncommon to drive for eight hours with a prisoner struggling in a hogtie and moaning through their gag.

Cindy assured me that this was all legal. Bail enforcement personnel she explained were allowed great latitude in restraining their prisoners mainly because of the long distances they had to drive alone. Police officers using the same techniques would be in a world of trouble. Cindy stated she had never been stopped by police while carrying a restrained prisoner but that production of the proper paperwork would allow her to continue.

It didn't take much persuasion for me to accept her offer. I also offered her the use of my spare bedroom for the night and we would leave at 7:00 the next morning. "I think its time for you to show proper respect for your Mistress" she snapped abruptly. I promptly rose to my feet and laced my hands behind my head.

Cindy ordered me to shed my dress and everything down to my birthday suit. I was then ordered to kneel hands behind head on the floor while Cindy excused herself momentarily to retrieve her equipment from the van. She returned quickly and attached a rather narrow leather collar around my neck. She then proceeded to remove most of her attire except for a garter belt and hose. After cuffing my hands behind she sat on the couch and pulled me by the hair towards her crouch. "I haven't had my pussy licked in a week so you better do a damn good job if you don't wish to do the same to my ass" chortled Cindy. "Yes Mistress" I reflexively replied and for the next 5-7 minutes my tongue worked nonstop covering every available centimeter of her pussy. She came multiple times. Evidently she was satisfied with my performance as she announced I would not be required to service her asshole.

Then came the part I craved that being the anal part. At Cindy's command I knelt on the floor doggy style. After prepping my asshole she penetrated using a strap on she was wearing. Her thrusting was noticeably more painful than the previous encounter and I suspect she was attempting to calibrate my pain threshold. Fortunately she did so without excess but I was treated to several minutes of her varied speed thrusting experiencing multiple climaxes before she withdrew.

Complimenting me on my excellent attitude and performance we showered together and I prepared to spend the night in separate bedrooms. Much to my surprise Cindy announced I would be sleeping with her in the same bed in "appropriate restraint". She certainly had her quirks but my acceptance of lesbian submission was fast evolving and I accepted without protest.

My restraints were modest and consisted of a leather restraining belt with my hands cuffed to the sides and leather ankle cuffs connected by a short hobble chain. In addition a chain and padlock was used to tether my collar to the bedpost. This allowed only limited movement I wasn't even able to stand up.

Cindy explained her rules for same bed subs. They were not allowed to speak or make any oral or physical contact with the Mistress. Nor were they allowed to masturbate. Any violation of this would result in a severe whipping as well as an unpleasant type of gag which I took to be panties.

It was quite weird spending the night chained in your own bed sleeping next to a dominatrix. I have to admit a couple of times it was tempting to use my mouth on Cindy but memories of Tom's severe whippings were still etched in my consciousness and I assumed Cindy's would be of equal if not greater severity.

For her part Cindy did her best to tease me throughout the night. Two or three times she gently fingered my clit knowing it would bring me to the edge of climax then stopped abruptly. I didn't get much sleep but when I finally awoke Cindy was already out of bed and she removed my restraints. Obviously she understood my sexual needs so she handed me a small vibrator and ordered me to masturbate to climax. Although this was the first time I had ever done so in the presence of a female I readily complied and it was an almost instantaneous climax. "I have to reward my sluts for their good work" cooed Cindy. While I preferred to think of myself as a sub rather than slut I was in no mood to argue the point.

By 7:00AM we were underway for the approximate four hour drive to Youngstown. As Cindy traversed the mountainous I-80 she briefed me on the fugitive we were seeking. She was 22 year old Maria Sanchez From her mug shot I could see she was a pretty Latina about 5'7 and 120 pounds. She had been arrested for selling cocaine in the Bronx and had skipped out on $25,000.00 bail. It was learned amazingly that she was working as a uniformed security guard at a mall in suburban Boardman and was attempting to become established in the local drug trade. Cindy had obtained her work schedule and she was due to get off work at 3:00PM.

Cindy decided Maria would be apprehended when she left work to get into her car in the parking lot. As a security guard she carried some type of chemical spray and Cindy predicted she would put up a fight. Under these circumstances it was necessary to check in with the local police. One time Cindy wound up being handcuffed by the local police after someone called 911 to report an attempted female abduction. Fortunately she was able to explain the situation and the fugitive was apprehended by the police and turned over to Cindy.

Our conversation was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. The conversation was very brief and concluded with her sarcastically telling the person on the other end "Why don't you come out of the closet". She explained it was her employer Russell Schenck who was forever hitting on her for a date. Cindy maintained he was gay but even if he wasn't she wouldn't go out with him if he were the last male on earth.

Next our conversation turned to what was really causing me anguish that being my future as a submissive. Cindy assured me that I was an excellent submissive partner for a male dom and that she had someone in mind. He was Jim Rogers of Madison, New Jersey and she related this bizarre but plausible story to me.

Jim had caught his wife posing as a domme in an AOL chat room and had set up a sting. When the wife expected to meet a female submissive she met Cindy instead and was subjected to harsh treatment in the presence of her husband. Cindy explained that there were a few men she cared for sexually and Jim was one of them. It was so strong that midway through the session she went upstairs and had sex with Jim before returning to the wife who had been left restrained in the basement.

The upshot of the affair was that the wife lost all interest in BDSM and Jim who had no previous interest had acquired one. She thought he would make an excellent master for me and that being a wealthy self employed insurance executive he was in a position to travel. Cindy stated she liked her female subs on the disobedient side and I was simply too well disciplined and obedient for her tastes as a long term partner. She promised to arrange to introduce me to Jim as soon as the current mission was complete. This gave my sagging psyche a tremendous boost.

Arriving in the Youngstown area we checked in with the local police and proceeded to the mall where Maria's car was found parked in the lot. A stake out was set up and at 3:05PM I caught my first glimpse of Maria as she exited the mall and headed for her car. She was wearing a whorish blond hair piece and was attired in a navy blue uniform blazer, white turtleneck sweater and gray slacks. Strapped to her waist was a pistol belt which carried a of handcuffs plus a chemical spray.

Cindy moved in deftly for the kill assigning me the task of driving the van and pulling up alongside precisely at the time she engaged Maria. "I'm a bail enforcement agent Maria and you're coming with me back to the Bronx" commanded Cindy to a startled fugitive. Maria reacted by reaching for her chemical spray but she was no match for Cindy's combative prowess. Cindy quickly had her hands cuffed behind her back but she continued to struggle as I pulled up alongside in the van and hopped out to assist.

Opening the side cargo door Cindy literally tossed the struggling fugitive into the van before climbing in herself and slamming the door. As pre planned I got in and drove off while Cindy proceeded to subdue the struggling Maria who was yelling in Spanish what were clearly obscenities. Sitting astride Maria and facing her feet Cindy was able to use leather cuffs to connect her ankles to rings in the floor about three feet apart. Normally Cindy would have applied the waist restraint belt she used on me to relieve the comfort of having the wrists rear cuffed . But this prisoner was not to receive such consideration and Cindy used a chain to connect her wrist cuffs to the floor rings. This forced Maria to kneel in an extremely uncomfortable position with no range of movement.

Next Cindy turned her attention to quieting the mouthy and obnoxious prisoner. This was done by applying a leather muzzle with head and chin straps and a large red ball for a gag. This was padlocked in place and even if the prisoner's hands had been free she would have been unable to remove the muzzle. Next Cindy placed a snug leather hood over her head with only openings for the nose and mouth. The large red ball protruded through the mouth hole. It had the effect of making her speech unintelligible but she continued yelling for the time being. Cindy calmly explained to the prisoner she could remain in that position for the next four hours if she wished or if her attitude improved the restraints would be more comfortable.

Cindy removed the former security guards pistol belt and with it the handcuffs and spray. Hoping that she might find drugs secreted on Maria a limited search was conducted which included inspecting the inside of her bra and her crotch area but none were found. "We'll do a full body cavity search later" chuckled Cindy before telling me to pull over and stop in a parking lot. She then took over the driving leaving the prisoner alone and kneeling helplessly in the rear. The painful restraint position left her unable to move and evidently sensing the futility of intelligible speech she finally quieted down.

After a cryptic cell phone call to her employer Russ informing him that the mission was accomplished Cindy and I chatted as we drove back east on Interstate 80 towards my home. In the rear of the van and covered by a blanket was a metal dog style cage just large enough to sit but not stand in. Cindy explained that when we arrived at my place the two of us would carry the cage to the basement and the prisoner would spend the night restrained inside it. She would be allowed to shower under close guard and would be changed into an orange jail jump set that was also in the van.

After driving for nearly an hour and having heard no sounds from the prisoner Cindy decided it was time to modify her restraints. Stopping at a rest area she climbed into the rear and taking the liberty of groping Maria's crotch sarcastically remarked "are you ready to be a good Senorita if I make you more comfortable". Maria nodded emphatically and Cindy proceeded to modify the restraints by attaching the leather waist belt and cuffing her hands to her sides. The waist belt was further connected to a floor ring. With her legs still cuffed in a spread eagled manner her range of movement was severely limited.

Cindy then got back in behind the wheel but after a few moments of silent thought her mood abruptly changed. "Its time for you to act like the slut you are, I need release" she snapped and I was then ordered to kneel on the floor in front of the passenger seat facing the rear. Cindy walked around to the passenger door and got in and sat facing me. Pulling down her slacks and panties she commanded me to eat her pussy. I performed feverishly for nearly five minutes before being allowed to stop and she climbed out and back into the drivers seat allowing me to be seated again.

It was beyond my ability to comprehend this mercurial behavior but my submissive conditioning had progressed to the point where I offered no protest. Frankly I was becoming tired of being used by Cindy sexually and was beginning to doubt that she would introduce me to a male dom.

While the trip so far had been informal that now changed as I was required to observe speech protocol which meant no speaking without permission. Cindy became taciturn and I was forced to remain in silence. Seemingly oblivious to my presence Cindy tuned in a country radio station and turned the volume up high. It is the one type of music I can not tolerate. As Cindy sped down the interstate I could only imagine what plans she had for me this evening when the prisoner was securely caged in my basement.

END Part 3