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Millicent's
Project Pt, 2
Millicent entered the
living room and was pleased to see that Pansy was in his assigned position. His
nose was pressed firmly into the corner where she always left a pair of her
soiled panties just to keep his attention focused. His head was low and his bottom
high as he pressed his face against the silky fabric and breathed deeply.
So far. so good. She checked the kitchen and dining room. The
hors doeuvres were arranged on a large platter in concentric circles. There was
sushi, veggies, exotic cheeses, fruit, and crisp little crackers of all sorts.
Several varieties of wine were chilling in their icy buckets.
The lady of the house
was impressed but there was still a matter of decorum and discipline to be
addressed. She was well aware that she had enticed Pansy to look beneath her
skirt and make a sissy drip on her shoe and smiled at how easily he had fallen
into her trap.
It had always been
her plan to stripe his bottom before her guests arrived and her horny sissy had
made it so easy. In the opposite corner of the room was an umberella stand that
contained several rattan canes. She chose a rather thin one and stood behind
Pansy.
She smoothed her
skirt and took a stance that stretched the garment to its limit as she wiggled
her bottom and eyed her target as she spoke.
"You deserve
more than what I'm going to give you girl.
Raise your sissy ass for me and prepare to receive three strokes."
Pansy did as
instructed and raised his bum. He sniffed deeply at the panties in the corner
and winced as the first stroke fell across his bottom. Two more followed and
three bright red stripes soon decorated his ass. Millicent had him turn around
and swelled with pride as she noted that his peckerette was straining within
its corset. She brought his face to her silken thigh and stroked his hair.
"I know you want
to be a good girl, Pansy. That's why I had to stripe your bottom."
"I just want you
to be focused on what is important and that is pleasing me. You do understand
don't you sweetums?"
Pansy loved these
rare intimate moments and could only nod in agreement as he slid his face along
the cool smooth fabric of Millicent's tight skirt.
He was sent upstairs
to change into the special frock that his mistress wanted him to wear this
evening. It was only a tiny silver skirt and matching five inch heels. His little boobies were to be left bare. She
told him what lipstick to apply and then to sit quietly until she called for
him.
After half an hour
the doorbell rang. At the door was Millicent's favorite professor and mentor,
Yvonne Delacroix. The tall lady was imposing and beautiful as always. In truth,
Millicent had always had a bit of a crush on her. Her teacher had guided her in
her studies and set her on the path of understanding and self awareness that
had led to personal and academic success.
Ms. Delacroix, Phd. was resplendent in a long black dress and five inch
heels. Her short dark hair framed an ivory face with bright red lips. She was
the epitome of sophistication and Millicent was nearly creaming her panties as
she greeted the accomplished lady with girlish enthusiasm.
She barely noticed
that following behind Yvonne was her asssistant Tracy. She was a shy little
girl with golden curls dressed in a short denim skirt and white peasent blouse.
Even in her chunky three inch mules she was about four inches shorter than her
companion.
Millicent had greeted
Yvonne with a kiss and ushered her inside before she even noticed Tracy. The
shy girl held out her hand and said. "Hi. I'm Tracy."
Her hostess had to
stifle a giggle as she made her apology. "I'm so sorry, Tracy, I didn't
mean to ignore you."
Tracy sighed, brought
Millicent's hand to her lips and kissed her fingers. She gently lifted her eyes
and said "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're even prettier than Ms. D.
said."
The women all took
seats on the crescent shaped sofa that surrounded the serving table. Millicent smiled at her former teacher and
raised an eyebrow.
"So, Ms. D. is
it?"
Yvonne gave a smug
little pout and took a long thin cigarette from her purse.
"Don't be mean
Millicent. Tracy is my student just like you were but has expressed a desire to
expand our relationship."
She lit her cigarette
and grazed her left hand along Tracy's inner thigh. "I think I rather like
that idea but I wanted Tracy to see what you've been up to in your graduate
studies. She's a very smart girl and seems to know what she wants but I want
her to have choices." Tracy parted her legs a little further and looked
lovingly at her mentor.
Millicent understood.
Yvonne was thinking of abandoning her capricious ways and becoming monogamous
with cute littleTracy who clearly adored her. She hoped that, one day, Ashley
would feel the same about her.
"Well, ladies, I
think we all need some libation. Shall we begin with some white wine?"
"I'll call the maid.'
Pansy was actually
relieved to hear his mistress call him as he was finally able to lift his still
stinging bottom from the hard wooden chair. He quickly prepared their drinks
and pranced as best he could in his high heels into the living room. He had to
bend low to place the serving tray before Millicent. In doing so he exposed his
bare striped bottom to Yvonne and Tracy.
"OOhh, she must
have been very naughty." said Tracy.
Yvonne was more
direct. "Dear girl, I'm proud to call you my student. You are well on your
way to creating the perfect sissy slave."
"What did you
name her?"
Millicent pointed a
slender finger toward the floor.
"Kneel, Pansy,
and greet our guests."
Pansy dropped
instantly and began to kiss Yvonne's black pumps. She had him clean both heels
and then kicked him toward Tracy. Her feet were bare and sweaty within her
leather mules. Millicent could see her discomfort and said. "I'ts ok,
Tracy, just kick your shoes off and let Pansy lick your feet." Tracy liked
that idea and soon was delighted as a soft wet tongue began to soothe her
steamy peds. Her enjoyment of the moment was enhanced by Yvonne's left hand
that advanced along her thigh and up her skirt to teasingly tickle her panties.
Millicent was smiling
through all of this and raised her feet to rest them on Pansy's upturned ass.
"Just stay in position, Pansy, I will tell you when to move."
Tracy finally had
enough of having her feet licked and tucked them beneath her as she snuggled
closer to Yvonne. Millicent said they made a beautiful couple and clearly
belonged together. It was cute to see how much Tracy blushed at that but most
revealing was that Yvonne, too, developed some color in her face.
Millicent was happy
for her friends but still feeling uneasy because her guest of honor had not yet
arrived.
"So, asked
Milicent, how did you two get together?"
TRACY AND YVONNE:
They each took a turn
and over the next half hour unfolded their story for their friend.
Yvonne had always
been a very driven young woman and attained her Phd. at the age of twenty six.
She found that she loved teaching and an added bounus was that many a young
student became infatuated with her intellect, style, and natural beauty. Over
the years she had selected a few special boys for her pleasure but her keen
eyes and instincts were mostly attuned to the girls as prospective lovers.
Tracy was the spoiled
brat of very indulgent parents. At school she was a constant screwup. She
dissed her teachers and ditched her classes. If not for the fact her parents
were very wealthy college would not have been possible. Professor. Delacroix
was the first teacher to ever hold her attention. True, the woman was brilliant
and could make difficult subjects seem easy but Tracy was most taken with the
way Ms. Delacroix strutted around her desk in her short tight skirts.
Tracy often left the
class with damp panties and a big black 'F' on her tests. One day, she could fake it no longer. She
lingered after class and cleared her throat before she spoke. "Ms.
Delacroix, my name is Tracy and I'm failing your class. Can you help me?"
"Yes, Tracy, I
know who you are, said her teacher, I know that you're a bad girl and a nasty
one as well."
"I don't object
to that at all but I wont allow you to be lazy."
She assigned Tracy
two weeks worth of projects but demanded they be finished in ten days. Tracy
completed and returned them in only eight days. Somehow this bossy and
beautiful woman made her want to do her best. After a few days Ms. Delacroix
asked her to stay after class. Yvonne casually sat on the edge of her desk
letting her tight skirt slide high on her silky thighs.
"That was very
good work, Tracy, I knew you had it in you. In fact you probably deserve a
reward." Keeping her legs crossed she turned and leaned to take something
from her desk drawer. This movement drew her skirt higher and revealed her full
bottom to Tracy. She handed Tracy's work back to her with a big red 'A' on the
front. The girl just stood there with wide eyes looking at her teacher's
legs. The professor
slid forward placing her heels on the floor as she spoke to her student.
"I thought you
would be happy, girl, or is there something special you would like?"
Tracy gulped twice
and then boldy stepped forward and said, "Ms. Delecroix, I think you are
the best teacher ever and so beautiful."
"May I kiss
you?"
Her hot teacher had
beckoned her forward with a wiggle of her finger. "Of course, honey, and
you may call me Ms. D."
Tracy had kissed her
pretty professor and sucked her tongue ardently. The experience left her
panting and eager for more. Yvonne had stood and raised her skirt above her
hips as she guided Tracy to her knees.
"Tracy, I'm
going to teach you how to please me."
"Would you like
that?"
Tracy's lips were
already puckered for the task at hand and her only response was
"Hmm, yes
please."
This story left
Millicent shamelessly stoking her legs and thinking of Ashley"s pouty lips
firmly kissing her pussy for the very first time.
At this moment Ashley
was just pulling on her jeans. She worked hard at her lowly job and spent the
rest of her time in bed with fantasies of someday being confident enough to
tell Millicent how she felt. Her friend had made such efforts to bring her out
of her shell but she had just felt so numb.
She hated to be such
a downer but she had not gotten over being raped. Having something shoved
inside her that she did not invite nor want had left her feeling unworthy of
the love of her friends, especially Millicent.
She had been assured
it would be a very small gathering of people she knew. No big deal, just some
friends who hoped to cheer her up a bit. The least she could do was come to her
own birthday party. Still, it was hard for her. The taxi dropped her off in
front of Millicent's townhouse. She slowly walked to the door and rang the
bell.
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